The world is a quiet and lonesome place

Grace comes softly on tip-toe

Know its heart and soul

A goal, a light, an arrow in the sky

Why would any flee or resist

Insist on proof, aloof, and cold

The old, the young, unsung and poor

A door to truth, a way to find

Kind words are not enough

The stuff of delusion, confusion, and appearance

A clearance sale, and give-away

Grey to bright, sight to insight

Flight above the clouds and stars

Jars of life, boxes of love, packages of joy.