(An exorcism: the wraithe of Hopelessness peaks in .. ..)
Creative love takes "problems" in its stride.
It's never just alone as one, though tests
still happen, to grow strength and aptitudes,
commitment, character, against the tide,
so sometimes all reality invests
itself with playlike curtains for each dude
so for a while, they feel left high and dried
up, withered not a scerick left to give.
The test is what will she or he do now:
To whom? For what? - have they in that space cried?
What reason have they even left to live?
And when the test results are out, somehow,
Creative Love has eyes that must be dried.
A contract can't, but cov'nant-ers forgive.
Oh please Creative Love build strong and true,
in me a character that is like you,
that won't just use all goodness to pursue
my own ends; for my pride, or just to do
what I feel like. But rather follow through
all instances of good, to "you-know-who",
in preparation for that marriage due.
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