Fall and Reconciliation

Frequently we fall from grace

As old desires have their way,

Usurping the spirit's hallowed place,

Revelling in sordid play.

The Witness in the background waits

Regarding with eternal eyes

As the lower nature sates

Its ravenous propensities.

Although the inner cost is high

And painful from the depths our climb,

The soul assured its destiny

That lies beyond the tides of time

Prompts the being's voiceless call

To purify the temple-ground,

Determined never to forestall

The cleansing love again refound.