God's Joy
God's joy radiates my face
in the bitter cold of satan's disgrace
I curl up and soak the rays in
Like the upside-down peace of a lounging feline grin.
Though my bones are chilled in the warming shade of my home,
I see the sun rise; my soul does warm;
the birds rise to defrost their wings;
bunnies, squirrels, fox - animals
run in the anticipation of spring.
In the dead of winter my optimism doesn't whine
as I am graced, blessed by His loving sunshine.
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