To Be As One

I.

No hand divine lays illness low,

We are the winds that choose to blow.

A silent guilt beneath the skin,

Invites the pain we hold within.

II.

What crime have we refused to face?

What shame lies still in secret place?

The body bears what mind conceals,

And through the flesh, the soul appeals.

III.

Yet even sorrow brings its gift,

A truth beneath the silent rift.

For God, in love, does not condemn—

We choose the fear, then call on Him.

IV.

And if we find the root of dread,

The chains dissolve, the path is led.

To fear is to forget the flame

That lit our soul before it came.

V.

But some refuse the healing light,

And dwell instead in endless night.

Only the heart, in will and grace,

Can call the light to fill that space.

VI.

The soul will slip when time is near,

And death, a door, not end, nor fear.

Not punishment, but slow ascent—

Each life a whispered, brief lament.

VII.

What lessons missed will rise again,

Till we transcend the dance of pain.

For life and death both wear the veil—

A fading echo, soft and pale.

VIII.

Still here, within the hush of breath,

We touch the edge of life and death.

In prayer, in stillness, we may see

A glimpse of vast eternity.

IX.

To be as one with all that is,

Beyond the scars and mind’s abyss.

And when we vanish, calm and free—

We fade not lost, but peacefully.