Too Much to My Liking

a poem to cure dissatisfaction and contentment

Photo by Darren Irvin on Unsplash

May the world not grow too much to my liking
with fine leaders and food easily bought
and pretty homes safely got.

May the things and events that I want 
not happen when I want them 
or how or with whom or where from.

May my strength and efforts to accomplish
fall far short of what I thought I'd achieve,
which was mere flesh, I believe.

May my vision not fixate for too long
on either the good or ill,
confusing it with Heaven or Hell.

May one by one the powers I received
be shown as gifts from a giver
who gives and takes per His nature.

And in His reforming me, may I let go
of what I thought was mine 
in exchange for glory divine
from Him who cures those drunk on wine 
through birthing us into His bloodline.