Living Grace
shuddering through me
the wings of grace
in a voice amplifying
the real of beauty living within.
Great Is The One Whose Eye Sees
Beyond Every Fold.
Petty dims to souls bathed in light
and subtly comes truth
when the core is relevant and ready
and sweat runs from spirit toil
lightning, strike steady.
Oh God -- why am I here?
really, why?
is it all to procreate and exist
in a mad world
with heart on fire and mind awash
with worry?
did I miss part of the memo?
was I asleep when the module ran
I missed the course on following steps?
the road is cracked but the stones speak
of stories we long forgot.
Traces come when slumber falls.
I am where I am.
I am who I am.butthisisnotall
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