The Ever-Present Grace

There is a golden bridge that I must cross

But this once wingéd soul is burdened now

By endless repetitions of the past,

An earthbound flame unable more to grow.

When all is not united at the core

We then become a fragmentary being

Pulled by tides and undertows of time

Incapable of wider thought or seeing.

And though the sages clearly mark the path,

Beset by forces formidable who prey

Upon inherent weaknesses of self

We tread with heavy feet the destined way.

To find the magic key, unlock the door,

Allow the darkened corners to be lit

And know the ever-present grace descends

As well on the unworthy and unfit.