For all men but a monumental few,
virtue is abstraction, a work of mind.
Not action nor behaviour struggled through,
but more a glib facade to hide behind.
Courage and Compassion are undergone
as earthly acts, not fable from the jaw.
No spout of words, however slick, will spawn
an ounce of Honor's pride or Beauty's awe.
True Mercy is a movement of the heart,
and Generosity, a gift of soul.
Facets like these, in sum, comprise the start
of Spirit's aim to heal and render whole
the diamond light of life, whose pulse and breath
is wakened Self, and whose source out laps death.