Monday, September 19, 2016

On Keeping Happiness

We find it and we lose it then we choose it with mind-‘yes
The froward-thinking way of flesh wars with daydreams and schemes
Darling, it seems we are inept at binding happiness
Covetous human nature often bars access, it seems

September rolls a sea of gold across earth’s countryside
And if we happen to take notice we are happy then
The eye-candy of nature pleases hearts of human-tide
But only for a little while unless its Sire we ken

Ah, therein lies the crux of happiness, simple and pure
Our weak attempts to corner it can never quite succeed
Until we come to know the One in whom we are secure
Then happiness becomes the Love that satisfies each need

© Janet Martin

 Happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.

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