There is a place we all must
Go--Where titles are
Forgotten-Where reality
Shows.
With facades melted
Down and veneer stripped
Away. That which remains from
Our hearts truly
Flows.
In the crucible
Severe, far from
Accolade, faint prayers
Ascend amidst incense of
Thanks.
As pressure
Compounds and help appears
Nil, the Holy One's
Descent takes residence in
Praise.
By Glen Alan Woods
May 2005
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