Joy-search

She sought for joy to find its cup

And even as the earth woke up

She glimpsed it in the far abyss

That broke night’s fetter with a kiss

But then the laughter of the day

Seized morning’s troubadour away

Where joy turned down the hurried path

Of daily care where children laugh

…and mother’s hold and scold, repeat

And farmers glean their gold in wheat

Near by the pond the dreamer dreams

Close to the pulse of joy, it seems

While ever eager moments chase

This summer day to its last place

Joy spills in frills from flowerpots

On window-sills and garden-plots

 And over streets while Wall Street yearns

Coveting joy and its returns

But cannot find its hidden seed

Among the clamoring of greed

 Yet on a bubble etched in blue

While children cheered, ah, there she knew

Joy is no fragile, rainbow sphere

Brief bliss before betrayal’s tear

  

For lo, amidst life’s brokenness

Joy still refills our happiness  

She found it then, her search subdued

Joy is a heart of gratitude

 © Janet Martin 

 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. Ps. 28:7