If I Believe

This is my first, and perhaps last, Shakespearean sonnet.

If I believe that you are safely hid
In the eternal place where you are from
Then nothing you will do or sooner did
Possesses strength to keep you ever glum
If I believe that you may not be hurt
Or crushed by careless spoken barbs in haste
Then all they say to you or do assert
Will not leave you chagrined or quite disgraced
If I believe the world is just a test
For us to quickly learn how to forgive
Then maybe we will all be fully blessed
By the joy we all both receive and give
And nothing will be able to destroy
The nature we all share of love and joy