Happiness is a treasure,
I’ve longed to possess all my life.
It’s absence, marring memory,
makes the heart long after it harder. . .
Yet the very lack, makes me also
hold it ever so sacredly,
when life and chance brings this welcome guest along;
for what you do not possess, you learn to appreciate, you learn to know distinctly. . .
the striving ceases,
and instead of happiness,
peace, contentment, quiet love
comforts and makes you confident
you realize that unlike happiness – the guest who visits occasionally,
Joy starts welling up from your deepest parts
and dwells with you
Selah . . .
For this welling joy, today, I am grateful.