Good

Some say 'goodness' is over-rated sap,
and that there is no measure, nor a scale
for life's affairs. I say there is a map,
and that a trail, of sorts, leads to a graille,
or leads away where life becomes a shrug.
Bad things can happen here. A fake and flop,
forgotten self stays just another thug.
To quit this mayhem, work must never stop.
To find one's way up to the peaks toward light,
listen much, talk little, and trust your soul.
The inner path appears radiant and right,
when seeking Grace becomes your only goal.
The travail you undergo is grooming for
the Holy Being, still becoming, at core.