Impossible Joy
Unaffected by the external, you ask?
But no, that is impossible. However,
our insides can be lubricated with the Holy Spirit.
The Holy Spirit brings consolation, peace and joy.
Holy water, brimming with fire, light us up from the inside,
warm and tender. When we know
from whence our hope comes from —
from the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ —
we surrender. Joy bubbles up, composing our exterior,
not without the existence of tears but alongside them.
How do I know? I witness the life of faith.
She mourns with harp and prayers,
her ear inclined to the needy, praying for them
as they pray for her.
He smiles, yells out car window,
“Praise the Lord!”
Later I see him in church —
one of my friend’s legs is gone.
Her countenance glowed,
unafraid and steady
through her husband’s long illness.
Three examples. Many more.
May we be the tears that light up the souls
of those looking on, standing
in the shadow of the Lord, whose blood,
sweat and tears were shed on Calvary.
Our Lord’s joy as he spoke It is finished.
Imagine a pageant of pregnant grapes
brimming with juice — joyful and fruity.
The score of heaven in
thankfulness and Hallelujah!
2/11/2021
Contest: Joy Continuum
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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