Real joy sometimes weeps like waters that fall,
mountains streams seeking homes of blue
rushing toward freedom that holds all peace
running love towards the source of all reap.
Real joy sometimes lingers like the afternoon sun
wise and patient, slow, in love’s glow.
It sees golden glory through all the clouds,
tells of His Story, enduring enshroud.
Real joy sometimes races like a child in games glee
wandering, wondering, filled with such hope.
There we see everyone’s longing to be
in the arms of forever, with tomorrow’s jubilee.
Real joy sometimes keeps its sweetness in the wind,
embracing, effacing, displaying designs-
gusting glad motion; lifting ravine divine.
A gift for us, dancing, Love running through time.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Psalm 16:11 –“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
1 Peter 1:8-9 –“Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.”