Joy

When your heavens are as brassAnd joy has fled, andEvery door shut,Do not forget the oneThat opens inward—The door of your heart,Whose handle is on the insideAnd which only you can open.Go out through that doorAnd find one whose skiesAre darker than yours,Whose burden is heavier;Bring him back with youInto your heart.There can you cleanse him with love,And clothe him with garments of truth,And put the ring of his unityWith God upon his hand;There feed him with the Word,And let him go.Then will your heavens beAs radiant light,And your happiness and joySuch as never wereOn land or sea.

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