Family-love

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Oh God, please intervene on the behalf

of the delight of my own eyes and self,

to steal back from the very one who'd laugh

as they devour what they have stole by stealth.

I see that we are immature, unformed,

a mix of impulses, and habits too,

of fears, and hopes, desires, and forlorn

nostalgic fake impressions that won't do

the job of letting love express itself

within and through the atoms, molecules,

and substances which let this world in health-

y right relationships not just be tools

of mechanistic impulse, which if true,

could be all that all things amount to here.

Oh Lord, & God of all that is, it's you

alone who can step in (it would appear)

in such a way that honours time and space,

& matter, energy, as well as choice,

and still lets each become, to give a place

for growing, thriving, shallom which employs

things in a process that would honour love,

& creativity - that brings yet more

goodness & wisdom down here, from above

this universe, this world, you've put here for

a staging of a drama that is watched

by beings way more skilled & powerful,

to show off to who may think it's been botched,

displaying fam'ly love that's wonderful.

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