BLISS

Through the dark and the granite streets and
Darker rain, I ran to the foot of Castle Peak,
Where hate filled battles were lost and won
And pipers echoed.
 
With child hands and rock feet, I climbed,
To slide as hoped-for-strides fell short and failed
And fingers grabbed air, in prayer, to fall or fly
As I held fast.
 
Held, beneath the thunderous ephemeral cloud.
Above the cloud's gloom shadow; I am cliff face,
Rock melt, rain drop, a light shard of the coming sun,
Not up nor down.

Adrenalin poised on a precipice, resigned to fate.
The tortured town and pipers lament still calling.
Ahead in the castle keep, a love, I keep, is calling.
Calling me ahead.
 
Yet Joy and Peace enter me.
Enter me in the name of Grace
And there in me multiply.
Flow on anon to all sentient souls;
A finger-hold on a moment,
Balanced in the land of bliss.