the way ahead looks clear

but so much really gets in the way

as if demons spring from solid rock

lining a narrow path through outcroppings of stone

stick a taloned foot out to trip us

on our way to a lord who looks the other way

leaving liability on us

we creatures of some divine manufacture

who never get it right

and so receive nothing but anguished consequence

for our pains

with plenty of regret but no chance to amend

with all our endeavors toward atonement stymied

but flash demons popping up

on orders from on high

to make the sufferer do or die

and even then to die is assured

we go on bearing claw marks and sadness

and stand outside the defunct bodies

to be judged and saved

or judged and sent back to the cycles

of creation to again undergo

the harsh reality

that is not our home...grace or good luck

or whatever it is that makes the difference

between the processes of creation

and the free will of our only Master

whatever that Ineffable (to use an inaccurate description)

be...

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