The Great Within

Of life, so many men know nothing more
than plodding, grinding sideways, day by day,
and barren of the yearning to explore,
they glory chipping sculpture back to clay.
The inch infested thoughts of those without
a will to find an upward path to Grace,
are weeds of human grief that later sprout
as failure, shame and lies behind a face.
Beyond these blind, are those whose souls soar free.
Reality bears much that sight can't show.
An inexplicit spirituality,
diaphanously mists the mystic glow
of Eden, miraculous and pristine,
and hints of joys this earth has never seen.