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By Little Steps
By Little Steps
By little steps
The world engulphs us,
Day by day
Dawn to dusk
As our better Angels follow
With silent tread unseen
Their firey wheels
All full of eyes
See all we would conceal;
The self-deceptions and the lies
That separate the things we say
From what we mean
Intent to draw us closer to the Real,
The boundless In-Between.
By little steps
We wind our ways
Through the mazes
Of our days
Between whatever goes, or stays
To keep us bound
To this, our little Threshing-floor;
Those better Angels follow
To push us gently towards the Door,
The Door of Time which swallows
The tiny span we walk from Birth to Death
Where the forgotten will be found
Where we will know What Came Before,
Where rings the Sacred, unheard Sound.
By little steps
The Infinite embraces us,
Dissolves us in its Clarity
Draws us to its perfect Trust
And boundless Charity.
It calls us back
To whence we came,
To something vast, without a name -
To where the Past,
Is but a fleeting Game,
The chains of all our anchors slack
All Equivocation rendered lame
And however much we think it must,
No defense nor no attack
Of reason will avail us.
The day will come,
As it must and will,
To All - not only Some -
When those better Angels, eyes afire
Will guide us towards our truest desires.
Copyright ©
William Masonis
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