If things were to go wrong,
you believe they would still stay right.

If he were to leave,
you believe he would stay.

If you were to be with someone else,
you believe you would still stay with him.

If God planned something better,
would you wish to choose the worse?

So, my dear, do not mourn—
though the pain may sit beside you.
Live with faith and love,
let them hold the edges of your ache.

So, my dear, devour life,
every jiffy, whether void or full,
whether it burns or soothes.