Joy

There is the melancholy in the promise of things new.
Tasting the sadness in a sunset and the heartache of friendship
Feeling love so strong
So strong, the prospect of loss stings—a hurt of the helpless sort
Joy is the anguish of wanting.
A long, ribbon road and the tired sun on wheat
That is the feeling of sad happiness—there is such a thing.
And it is not disheartening
It is the most wonderful sadness—
A hope, a promise that a secret is waiting just around the sunrise
That God of the Universe is about to present a trinket, something special
Joy is the peace of freedom and a certainty in uncertainty
A peace in seeking
and a rest in understanding why it's the fight that holds the joy



-inspired from the probing thoughts of CS Lewis