Eastern Light

Of late, my toiling prayers are empty nets.
My earnest supplications stall unheard,
as if Almighty's ear no longer lets
my praise and pleas appease His holy Word.
Suggested to me by an Eastern sage;
"Perhaps my love of God, is yet alloyed
with expectations of a secret wage,
which funds self-centered pride, thus comes back void."
"Better," said he, "give thanks and cleanse the mind
of every wish whose aim competes with Grace.
All men are Karma-bound and all are blind
to realms beyond terrestial time and place.
Their destiny and duty is to rise
despite their vertigo, through inner skies."