Sometimes my hatred burns so hot
My peace goes up in flames
Sometimes all I want is to reject it all
Throw it out with the trash
Then I remember
Checking if the front door is locked
Isn’t obsessive compulsive
Feeling sad
Isn’t clinical depression
Feeling worried
Isn’t an anxiety disorder
Getting excited
Isn’t manic
Getting angry
Isn’t aggression
Criticizing
Isn’t attacking
Doubting
Isn’t faithless
So, please, God,
Grant me doubts
Rather than never thinking
Grant me criticisms
Rather than acquiescence
Grant me anger
Rather than indifference
Grant me excitement
Rather than ennui
Grant me worry
Rather than complacency
Grant me sadness
Rather than numbness
Grant me checking
Rather than carelessness
And above all
Grant me acceptance
Of myself and others
Grant me love