A state of grace can claim the soul

Paths are laid out before me like intersecting unions of precision and purpose

They sit below the evaporating dawn mist; but above the fog of endless labour
Choose a way now you are enlightened by the years gained; and travel its length
Before a state of grace can claim the soul to make easy decisions for a lonely heart
It can never be a choice for the craven requiring a leap of faith into the unknown
No outcome foretold; it is a gamble on goodness, built within the world of the meek
Though unsure I shall set my foot on this conduit and walk in the quiet ease of truth