Consistency is a litany of miniscule duels in the mind,
Determining the direction as a contract signed
Daily a fight like night fights the dawn
Overpowering it til it’s all but gone
The goal is auto-pilot, the response automatic
When a hard choice comes it’s not dramatic
Because we were constant in our acts
Our mind decides and our body reacts
To the action of action or inaction
Whether we slip or gain traction
The vehicle of our lives can take us great places
Four wheel drive is needed in some spaces
Wide open is the potential from the divine
Precept on precept and line upon line
When we see what awaits, we shudder with wonder
Remembering instantly every foible and blunder
We yearn for a better world in all its glory
The perfect end to our imperfect story
You can see paradise, and can almost reach out and grab it
But as you already know, you chose it each day with your habits.
