By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two

Choices are the hinges of destiny.

No soul can be forever banned, Eternally bereft, Whoever falls from God's right hand Is caught into his left.

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm: So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's Palm.

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.