I feel the nature of the beast coming to cleave

the least of me, my human body.

Therein I dwell until my spirit ascends from its portal

of worldly goods.

A cumbersome facet of this test

to stay the path until there is rest.

By this birthright King or shepherd

matters not upon the earthly road.

Divinely seeking whatever the charge,

We go into the mist with confidence

that our spirit is the foundation we hold as truth.

Each day brings its joy and fervor

each day has a balance,

not to see dark but of to fight the deepening chasm

opening in so many souls.