I made Man with too many faults. Yet I love him.
And if he wishes, I have a home above for him.
I should like him to be happy. I am genial.
He should not paint me as if I were abominable.
As for instance, that I had a son and give him for their
salvation.
This is one of the faults I meant. It leads to nervous
prostration.
All the same, there is a difficulty. I should like him to be
happy in heaven here,
But he cannot come by wishing. Only by being already at
home here.
Stevie (Florence Margaret) Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-speaks-5/
