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.