Hand-Rail

How many times are you self-roused to see
your day-worn self, "aware that it's aware?"
A heightened rate of this gives clarity
in zones of soul unreachable by prayer.
These mini-peaks, though separate and rare
both sensed and mulled in continuity,
permit a view of Grace beyond compare,
and rapture with savant's acuity.
Of many things, this life provides each mind;
the chance to supercede a stumbled start.
The willingness to seek what lurks behind
our ego's farce, in turn redeems our heart.
Your Spirit is immortal, don't be blind.
Its blissful to behold its merest part!