A Standing Ovation Reward

Pain sometimes rains strain That catapults us either to seek to inflict punishment On others as churlish challenges drain Our stamina until if misused pain robs from our judgment Powers of discernment essential To separate fiction from fact Trash from quintessential Enabling us to care and to detract From misdirecting our energy In spreading pain Slaying synergy If we deign to enable the reign Invaded by misconception To twist our perception Surrender to the mirage of deception To betray the correct conception Of the role pain in our lives plays In God’s grand scheme Where pain slays delays In reaping opportunities to reap cream From shafts of pain meant To elicit the best From pages sent To prevent the pain test From degenerating into a curse That worsens our fortune If from our belief purse We stress the tune That strays from the narrow path That leads to our salvation Promised to Sylvia Plath If we are to earn from God a standing ovation.