Our dilemma

We’ve donned this form to feel love warm, caged in space and hemmed in by time, memory of heaven wiped clean, so we feel helpless in life’s storm, deadened to pulse of bliss beat’s chime, light of soul remaining unseen. To have the cake and eat it too requires us to remain awake, recognising life is a dream but how then will rapture renew, if awareness applies the brake, on flow of love’s dancing moonbeam? This is the quiz we need to ace, feasible only with God’s grace.