Something

Dropped

Slowly

Down

The stairway

In glimmering

Shadowy white

And captured my attention

Like a fairytale

And a holiday

And warm

Was the sound

Of the song

Of Knowing

A longing

Is coming along

That is that

Which is only divine

Coming down

More and more

Over time

And you stand

Frozen

In good fortune

Of revelation

That splinters

Out light

Eventually awake

And the climb

Will be easier

Oh grace