in the grip of Your love

i did not choose this path.
it has chosen me.
i pushed at the edges --
yes, repeatedly,
yet ever a great Hand
set me once again
upon this narrow way.
others' opinions
have no hold on me now,
for a greater One
already has shaped me
to be uncommon.
no matter. You are here,
my dear Companion
on this trip, Lord Shiva.
You have seized me firm
in the grip of Your love,
held me to this path.
i care not for the demands 
from the other paths.
You, Shiva, are with me.
You do not release
Your hand from holding mine.
all else falls away
as does the ripe melon
from the grasping vine.
i remain with You.