Firmly, an unbidden call
Unto the troubled mind.
Pursuing us, who,
With weary conviction, follow.
Where Hell meets heaven,
Our souls must ponder.
The grace be given before us
As we wander.
Availed be my quaint eyes,
As hidden truths flourish.
Why must they be secret,
Latent to untrained sight.
For this is the truth
Of our wandering below,
To know what to do
When the hell fires glow.
We who wrestle with God,
Must see this,
The breaking of the vine,
The eating of the fruit.
Yet with every passing gasp,
Ground gained is only lost.
Lost to me, in the living fact
That virtue has a cost.
We who wrestle with God,
Must lose that very fight.
Humbly learning to heed,
And not hinder.
Surrender and renounce,
Accept and relearn,
Till ethics abound,
And just penance earn.
We wrestle with God
In faith and in doubt.
Bereft of the knowledge
We fight, till our passing of the veil
In wonder of truths,
In ongoing pain,
Till flesh is renewed
And new life is to gain.
To us,
When our strength fails,
We who wrestle with God,
Received that which we fought for.
To know him.
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