Grace Climbs the Mountain

A sheer mountain rises into cloud, its upper ridges lost among wind and stone. At its foot stands one who cannot walk. Nearby, a silent mouth struggles to form even a single word. Every worldly measure has already declared what neither of them can do.

Then compassion moves. The mute voice opens and speech pours forth with the force of a released river. The lame traveller places one foot upon the ascent, then another, climbing where even the able would hesitate. Grace does not negotiate with limitation. It enters, and the boundaries that seemed final no longer know how to contain the life within them.

Tulsidas calls upon that merciful Lord to soften toward him, the One whose fire consumes the accumulated darkness of Kali Yuga. Before such grace, impurity burns like dry grass and impossibility begins its climb.

Above the clouds, a once impossible footstep finds the summit.