Sands
sifted by wind
Shadows cast in moonlight
Train
whistles distant,
Whispering at night
Geese
flying northward
Apple blossoms at dawn
Comb
dripping honey
A doe and her fawn
Thunder
advancing
Vapor after the rain
The
journey back home
Gold leaves on the wane
In
these I find joy
All delights to my heart
Still
joy goes beyond
God sets it apart
With
eight other fruit
Joy’s foundation is love
Grown
of the Spirit
Nine planted Thereof
In
sickness and trials
Joy abides in these too
Saved
by God’s mercy
All angst to subdue
A
sense of well-being
Finding peace in all things
Paired
with thanksgiving
Joy once again springs
Galatians
5:22-23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is
love, joy, peace, longsuffering,
kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law.”
I Peter
1:6 “In this you greatly
rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by
various trials”
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