We are concieved knowing

We are concieved knowing but then we forget.
For the grasping of worldly grain we reep regret.
For the gleaning of curios and forbidden pleasures
we attain a minimising of measures.
For the weeping has commenced
til the sad and bitter ends.
Until such time that God shows his grace,
when we hear the voice and are born to this place.
When we enter into the kingdom
of heaven. To live again and live winsome.
To take upon our shoulders' the Masters' cross.
To serve one another without a single lost.
When comes the fruit of our inner knowledge
pouring into our souls and minds to nourish
us again. And it is then we are set free
from  the delusion and darkness we see
in our waking death. In our spiritless breath.
And the reward of freedom is joy.
Endless joy in all your lifes' work.