The Last Time Joy was Here
The last time joy was here
was in the center of sad
among the angry
in the midst of misperception
and the hub of hunger
during discord
in intense illness
and within the worst worry,
for my Lord never leaves me
nor forsakes me,
and in His presence
lies fullness of joy.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
Photo by Keith R. Good
“… for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning.” ~ Lamentations 3
Dawn’s light emerges,
Hastening a new week’s cares.
Her knees, eroding.
Vivid moss roses
Flamboyant ruby hummers
Adore(n) her prayer walk
A murky morning.
Gloom seems to silence nature.
A still, small Voice calls.
The sun failed to rise,
She believes. And so she seeks
Son’s radiant grace.
Unsettling dream
Halted by sound of music
Caroled in her heart
Her heart feels absent;
Her spirit, arid and parched.
A gentle rain falls.
As dusk’s light withdraws,
She reaches out for His hand,
And there, finds her heart.
© Marie Elena Good
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