Married To Misery

I think if we accept misery with as much readiness as we accept prosperity, it would be a good thing.

"One life and that too vain.

 Why I sniffed in that bane?

 Penniless and limbless.

 I'd be nothing but a stane.

'Past life must have been vicious'

 'Sheer luck has played this game'.

 Or 'low, and defiled by race, You are!'

 That's what His sons explain. 

Your factory has flaws, Lord.

 And your begettings incomplete.

 The innate interests you fill in us,

 Makes a lame sprint crave for feet! 

You have gifted me this, that means

 I don't expect I convalesce.

 Exalting your name means nothing.

 Futile to pray and confess. 

But, see, 'No problem' I say. 

You can't rob me of self-esteem. 

I will show you I am an able soul, 

Me being useless, though, they deem. 

I'll hate the commisseration. 

Pity that renders me slothful, 

Will put self to commensuration, 

I should then no mo' be loathful. 

I still don't abhor you, God, 

Just needn't care if you exist. 

But this is one life that I can act in

and remember, that's the gist!" 

Just then a form in white plain, 

Caused that leper to refrain. 

" I love thee, my son, and every form, 

tangled in the worldly seine. 

Everything's made out of nothing, 

Aught plus its antipodal null. 

So your 'Good' and 'Bad' has to be 

The two wings of a gull. 

In order I gift Man Prosperity, 

I had to make a void, that's Misery. 

She faced limitless abhorrence, 

And she's what you want to bury. 

You, Man, are her better half, 

You, husband of furtherance. 

Your hatred has made her a s**t, 

She shooes away your loved matrons, 

Just to stay with you, whilst 

You cry in her presence.  

But Hush! Hark with care, 

There is a relieving essence. 

Prosperity is but around hiding.  

You need to juxtapose the two, 

And see- they make 'nothing'. 

Either is what you can't eschew. 

They won't want together at first. 

So love both just the same. 

Treat 'the two together' how you treat 'nothing' 

You will see they both embrace 

Each other- and you are free 

of their sporadic indulgence, 

The ups and downs of life ignored." 

That decrepit saw His evanescence.