It's breathtaking, when a man first beholds
through consciousness, his Being is divine.
At birth he's lost, but as his life unfolds,
he learns to honor Grace at Wisdom's shrine.
At first, the barest ray of rarest bliss
infrequently infiltrates his dark days.
The work of years to bridge the vast abyss
serves well to hone away the gunk and glaze
that 'habit's ways' amass to taint his eyes.
At last he sees as if all things were new.
No longer blind, he knows that he is wise
and free to plumb the rainbow's every hue.
What men call miracle, has much to do,
with inner elevaton and breakthrough.