Sea glass

With ego donned, soul's edge now rough, discernment as the tool employed, tranquil at both life's crest and trough, sees demons of darkness destroyed. Refinement is a slow process, laboured breathing, fear forms sieving, where we both regress and progress, strobes of God's light, in heart weaving. Caress of love divine sublime, transforms feeble form from within, bliss beat chime aiding soul to climb, exhuming all traces of sin. Sin's sea glass littered on soul's shore, holds value although it is waste, for though we choose to keep no score, it marks the path that made heart chaste.