Joy

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.“ Psalms 30:5  

But then, how do we endure joy? 

Joy, akin to disbelief, 

is found when sorrow gives relief. 

If death could be averted, 

if grief could be converted, 

What ecstasy and bliss. 

Lying deeper than the shallow 

common happiness 

joy waits, fallow 

delighting in recompense. 

An unexpected gift, 

the healing of a rift 

or, perhaps, acceptance. 

It would be the rapture of an age.