Poem:

If I’m spared not pain,

grant me endurance;

with the passing of time,

a firm self-assurance,

that I do Love’s bidding

Without interference.

If  I don’t attain

the fulfillment I need,

keep me out of the grime

of temptation and greed;

alert me and rid me

of their scurrilous breed.

If deprived of the fruits

of my efforts to be

what I truly aspire,

do let me be free

to try once again

most pleasurably.

For I seek only truth

to be standing by me

that I may not tire

of failures I see,

but enjoy every grain

of my blessed liberty.

Sweet, instant success

that sometimes appear

may, in factr, be far,

yet perceived to be near;

let my will tro pursue

not at all disappear.

Like a good game of chess

that players endear

with feelings that are

so obviously clear,

let each of my efforts shift

away from the rear.