Poem March 3, 1980 Issue

The joy of the Lord

ROSE M. HENNIKER-HEATON

Between one moment and the next
the springing joy
returns.

Where had it been?
Always here.
Always your own true sense.

What clouded it?
God never knew it clouded
because it is His light.

You thought you
had to make it, shield it,
save it from reverse.

Give it back to God—
because it is His.
And finding it His, you will
certainly find it yours.

ROSE M. HENNIKER-HEATON

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