Inner
gladness cannot be beat,
Accepting
its sadness—what a great feat,
Wondering
solemnly—majestically we climb,
A heart that’s home in the Divine.
Inner
gladness is a great treat,
No more
fumbling—this moment’s complete,
Dancing serenely—the
soul’s laid bare,
Anxiety’s sorted with bliss to
spare.
Inner
gladness is made to be true,
No point
pretending—only we’d rue,
Moments of
denial cannot be ours,
Instead hope and peace do we
espouse.
Inner
gladness is hence now defined,
Not by us—as
only by God is it timed,
It can
only be experienced in the momentary now,
Only when before God we
authentically bow.
***
How can we define inner gladness
except simply experience it, thanking God as long as it lasts? Gladness is
fleeting. We do add to our opportunities, though, when we invest in grateful
and thankful thinking.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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