Mastery

I long to find a place
Where every creed or race
Would take responsibility
For every step-- triumph or folly.

We walk along life's slick slope,
Nary feeling a glimmer of hope
But often feeling slighted and grim--
All because of mortal sins.

Mastery is all I seek,
A thing owned freely by the meek
But longed for by the proud of heart--
The simple question: Where to start?

The only solution in sight:
No matter the darkness of the night,
Hold to truth, love, and right...
And you'll never be far from the light.

--C.R.E.