A gift of grace

A gift of grace                                                                                                 
 
A lion raised with lambs.
A mighty stag grazing among the cattle.
 
A veiled Christ lacking one sweet kiss.
It takes a gift of grace –
 
a reflective pool, perhaps,
a sudden leap over the wire
 
or the divine positioning
of a Perfect Master
 
under just the right neem
for the turn of the key –
 
for the grave original error
to be realized, reversed and defused; 
 
for the royal heir’s suffering and confusion
to be unhanded, for the awakening
 
to break, the release to come
with the unassailable clarity of Truth.
 
O child of God, pray to be liberated
not from your sins but from the dream of self.