Life’s mists obscure the mind’s architecture;

Falling leaves capture the eye and steal it;

Lost in Life’s hazy game, I am captured

Momentarily, drawn into a pit.

My psyche reels in the inky abyss

Of Existence’s deep—divided from

All by specious life—where each goal is missed.

Yet, by God’s grace, I still am not undone.

Unbroken, Being’s core remains in stillness,

In Life’s spaces, filled with potential,

From which blooming Creation’s blissfulness

Disrobes via the experiential.

Then, the soul sees the World’s infinite shape;

The Good, Love’s virtue, an endless escape.