Yes, I know I have not always pleased
or found the center of your natural bent.
You say what's right for me is not the least
ingratiating. You are not content.
Thus do my failures run counter to my will,
which in its blissful ignorance offends,
and in the darkness I feel my way, until
I err, defeating my most cherished ends.
But you would serve the spirit: love and light.
And what is spirit if not generous?
It overlooks the sin or puts it right.
Such frailty is human and innocuous.
Only love's intentions satisfy.
The rest can be amended by and by.