Eyes leak,
Heart bleeds,
And conscience ache,
When the end is rocky.
Hand struggles,
Grip slips,
And strength wanes,
When the end is slippery.
Aim clashes,
Target blurs,
Results fail,
When the end is cloudy.
But paths straightens,
Steps are firm,
Vision is defined,
When the gaze is on The I Am.
…keep on the good works
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