MY JOY

I cannot be robbedI cannot be cheatedMy joy can never beobscureddiminisheddepleted.

The only joy I can knowis a stream of pure gladness,an unceasing flow—through wastelands of willfulnessthrough bereavement's blightto growingto knowing spiritual delight.

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November 14, 1977
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