Tested.

Somebody,

nameless of course,

said to me,

“ it's all a test you see.”

O.K.

So good, explain,

what value,

and to whom is this test?

God,

the almighty, he,

the creator of

all we see in existence.

Yes,

he, needed to

well, test us

you see, to be sure.

Sure?

Of what, I

would love

to know, is to be achieved?

Purpose,

relative to design,

wondered what,

or if we'd bow down in line.

But,

he, god almighty,

needs nothing, surely

he cannot be made more, then.

I,

struggle this logic,

a foul smell

reeks from the foetid ancient tale.

What,

good has come,

from this test,

this supposed trial for evident truth?

Bizarre,

that any parent,

would have need,

to make their child prove love.

Test,

is this pure,

the only way,

indeed to feel the love returned?

Choice,

that is not,

is a lie,

if the end is already known.

Cold,

a heart filled,

with such reason,

for it cannot breed real love.

Love,

left to show,

by it's own ways,

can be the only decent proposal.

Peace,

cannot be won,

by forcing the point,

and the hand that wants idle.

Light,

glows in hearts,

full to the brim,

where people can choose freedom.

Hope,

can be given,

not by pressure,

but by the ability to decide.

Love,

has the strength.

To overcome evil,

when action is not a constant test.