Pain and Joy
Pain is not commensurate,
There is just no way to measure it.
One may feel it ,know it, seemingly drown in it.
It can be annoying or in the way.
It may be physical and laced with fears,
May last a time and a day...
in the heart and soul or between the ears.
There is just no way to measure it.
To the lonely, pain may even be a friend,
A treasure beyond measure,
To be lovingly offered for good in the end.
Joy. Joy is not commensurate,
There is just no way to measure it.
...Or ..is there .. ?
Inspired by the following "Definition of JOY" according to my Pastor friend.
"Joy is not the absence of pain,.. it is the presence of God."
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