honouring grace
can also be considered
an act of prayer
steady
soft mist
covering the landscape
preparing the mind gently
for a revelation of the kind
which needs steady tenderness
for the awareness to grasp
every detail of
its insight
answering
answering the call
is letting go
of everything
which hold us back
in pain
as in pleasure
piety
wrath mounting to the surface
in deepfelt indignation
over lack of respect
though nothing of the sort
is to be expected
where the sacred is not held
in reverence
only faked piety
in the place of fear
anything
where suffering rules
no more
what emerge
is more
than anything
of gratitude
and grace
set
subtle pain
under subtle rain
announcing different directions
than where the mind was set
claiming flexibility and care
vaults
throwing inwards
cascades of light
illuminating vault after vault
of mysteries
while carefully keeping secret
the mystery of light itself
homeless
knowing better
is a sad kind of attitude
all the more
that it can only provoke
a sad kind of solitude
where the spirit is homeless
and the heart barren
dissemination
when blaming is
no more
mercy might disseminate
where prejudices have ruled
erosion
being told
incessantly
life would be different
if only
is slowly eroding
integrity
leaving no space for faith
to settle