Grace, After All

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It took a long time

But eventually

He reached a place where he fell

And couldn’t rise again.


His convictions

That had secured him

In the knowledge he was right

Gave way to ambiguity.


His passion

Which had inflamed him

And lit his way through the night

Guttered in the torch.


His will

Which had driven him

Escaped in huffing clouds

From his slack mouth.


It was grace, after all

That lifted him

And warmed his weary soul

Through the unforgiving night.