I have been groping towards grace.
Anguish has dogged my pursuit
But I cannot rest.
I must command the space.
By my hand I will uproot
My gnawing distress.
There are roads in the hearts of men.
There are journeys towards joy
That I could never master.
Nothing will stop me ever again.
But the despair that I destroy
Can fall no faster.
This has a plodding magic.
There are no loud wonders
To bless the day.
My trials are rarely tragic.
Miracles disguised as blunders
Show me the way.
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