Constant Grace

It was on the morning the sun went down,
On the night when I heard the angels sing,
I climbed a stairway past the stars and found
A sea of light beyond imagining.

It wasn't a dream or a fantasy
Or a mere projection of my own mind,
Waves of compassion were what I perceived
And the source that teaches us to be kind.

Drumbeats of mercy pulsed upon the air,
Forgiveness without end was everywhere,
It was the cessation of all despair,
The evaporation of fear and care.

A voice softy whispered, "This is what I ceaselessly give,
This is the world as it actually is."