Falling

'Tis a solemn requirement
A prescription most sacred;
The Realm MUST be entered
with pure heart, clean hands,
and a sealed soul.

Throughout the journey
Stumbling blocks, snares
often unforeseeable;
Moving forward, not always smooth

No allowance is made.
Going back; there had never been
A genuine experience -
Rebirth breaks umbilical cords
The reborn is like - a butterfly

Unpredicted, or premeditated
When in filth and shame, found today,
Were all the years of peace
Still the Outer Court?
When, as a dog to its vomits,
The heart begins, once more
to long after yesterday's vanities,
Had the sacrifice been washed?

Baptism is not achieved
before the first two steps.
In the Realm's most Inner court,
There is no turning back.
When old habits prevail
and a little voice warns,
Is it conscience?
'Tis a solemn commandment.