J-K-M-N (No 'L')
David Snyder
my self is shaped
to better for her
my beginning was benign
vicissitudes of life arose
red not metal in anvil
hammered relentlessly
over and over
shaming Job
isolated moments
of contrived joy
little substantive
until god spoke
and delivered
her
the light of my world
darkness no longer sustains
perdition forsaken
threshold of paradise gained
admittance,
Deserved?