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.
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