No higher


there is than

with a soul

in the flowing

river of need,

from which

only a grasp

stronger than death

can pull the soul

from oblivion

to a refuge

among the living again.


The hand grasps

all the souls

in the river

with an attitude

beyond judgement,

beyond the whims

of taste and preference,

towards seeing

the need

like a flashing beacon

that draws

the hand

with a divine urge

to that moment

of grace.