Inside my heart, this sacred place
Where freely mingle truth and grace
Where friends and enemies alike
Are viewed as equals for love’s sake
Inhabited by deeper self
In touch with soul that in me dwells
I leave my failures gladly here
I will not live in morbid fear
I don’t insult the force divine
By pride in any good that’s mine
For willpower cannot birth virtue
But can attend to the eye’s view
By trusting in the vast unknown
Attention spreads, fear’s overthrown
Our eyes relax and gaze without
To bring proportion to our doubts
Trust, itself. will widen gaze
Enable us to find our ways.
With terror, fear or loss of pride
Constriction comes to human eyes.
Perception is the highest good
By what we see, we choose our road.
The blind rush like the swine to hell
In patient, watchfulness let’s dwell.
How my heart sings 
A WONDERFUL WORK, KATHERINE. I don’t usually read pieces twice, or three times over.
I like its balance (and its Point, of course). Thank you for this, gray
Oh, thank you so much.I am over the moon,Gray.Very kind of you