Joy
is like snow,
flake upon flake
compiling many times over
eventually to create
an entire landscape
that's been given for our sake.
A picture of beauty,
a pathway to peace
that stretches out like a blanket
underneath.
This delicate gladness
so kindly accrues
we're remarkably filled
before we ever knew
what it's meaning was
and how it could be true.
Let's pray a prayer for all of us
who are at a loss to see
the joys of God that fall all around,
oh, so gradually.
