A poem to be commented for Grace from Heaven

Grace from Heaven

Grace trickles down from heaven.
And the owner asks the servant,
"Hitherto lies my gift.
My gift to reach the firmament
by bending the space-time continuum."
Seeing the grace he shies away from it.
Flees the place of joy and happiness.
Soon she ransacks the world
for that Adoree of the Adored One.
And finds him in the middle of a desert.
Being in a destitute place,
disoriented and disillusioned,
he tells a thousand tales intertwined
interchangeably with his mind.
Grace fills the heart of that broken one
with the courage and bravery.
With the shields up,
armors tugged in,
swords pointed to the battlefield of life,
from thitherto he wishes nothing
but the accompaniment of the Master
on every curbside of life's epitaph
that engraves the word
"Beginning of no ending"
on every footstep left behind.
From then on, no pain nor sorrow
can bend the spinal cord of
the bearer of that Grace.
Fear left that frail but strong body.
Instead courage fills up the vacancy.
Will power joins in along with honesty.
Shadow does not creep up in the desert
any longer to frighten
the owner of the hope namely the Master.
Now he salutes all the suffering
that comes up on his way.
And take them as they are.
No artificial flavor is added.
Feared one is fearless,
and a sad one is sorrowless.
From the time the Master handed down
the Grace to the Adoree of the Adored.