A wasted wish

On earth man stands against man, so performing a soul scan, we heard a voice from within, of fall from grace due to sin. Behaviour wayward and coarse, employing use of brute force, stems from ignorance of mind, instincts savage, soul’s eye blind. The voice went on to assure that for our ills, love’s the cure and then granted us a boon to be invoked at full moon. Granted one wish, what we asked that within feeble form casked, may all shift from head to heart, adding therein love to cart. That’s two wishes, the voice said, yet we’re all free, by love led but man’s succumbs to ego, which he’s now loathe to let go. To dance with love cheek to cheek, we must plug energy leak but this choice is up to us, joyous aboard God’s bliss bus. The wish we made, though granted, failed since man’s stance is slanted, so we must choose as our muse, love and light, without excuse.