Joy
Not by command, not gathered
nor rising from things external,
it wells within by strength of heart
forsaking that which steals it
Stronger still it will mature as
fruit ripens upon the tree,
like Spring after Winter when vibrant color comes
in fullness life it brings
No matter my trouble and grief I bear
by choice it blooms in me,
yea, a gift it's true, it heals my soul
and shields me from the thief
Oh, but how I see it does not yet define me
and so far I have to go,
my hearts desire, my jaw set firm,
by choice it blooms, you see.
Copyright © Highwave Brian | Year Posted 2015
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