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.

Ps.144:15