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.