Found

Where holy
    hillside spills into the
      low, lush valley of the forgiven, away from light of city
 and
                                     brightened at night by only stars,
                                                             there lies, in forfeit, a pile, high, of ashes -burned fury.
                                                             The journey in
                                                                               is curved, swerves often and
                                                                                                               the air is
                                                                                                                     arid,
though shaded patches bring relief when needed.
                       Past, forbidding, calls continually out;
beckons return to height.
      Keep on, fledged with
                                  wisdom found.
Reward
       awaits.
              The way is written.  Bid not,
               the company of grudge.  Unbind soul of all
               that hinders, tread with perseverance through
               the
sedge where hidden motive pricks, sharp and beast of moral ire hunts.
Savor
                             not
                                 the stale taste
of
what has been.
   Nearing descent, hew with prudence the path alongside sidehill's edges
                                and when just past hedge of fear,
                                                                   gust of fervor will welcome
home the
          tried.
Vainglory now behind,
see gathered swarm of watching saints.
        Absolved
        assuredly in grace, the wretched ghosts of prior scorn
                                                  depart with sighs.
                                                                 Here, the clamor of what is finished is finally stilled,
                                                                                                           freedom finally
                                                                                                           found.

The Sunday Whirl
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