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So close to the end! Inspiration is running low, but I'm still glad I've done this.
Expectation
A substitute is found and held
Too tightly due to joy withheld
And leads a path to far more wrong
Than if the first of plans stayed strong
Such meager hope, but nonetheless
A desperate counting on success
If dashed again, one feels allowed
To lash at God, though having bowed
To worship expectation’s face
Expecting circumstantial grace