TASTE THE GENTLE JOY
Joy is like the rain
Coming upon us, soft and gently
Then passing away-oftimes unnoticed
Or swift and powerful as a sudden storm
Raging in and around us
Flooding over us in sudden-overwhelming
All- possessing explosive delight
Washing away the distaste of the forenight
Cleansing, uplifting; strong and right
May I savor and taste the gentle joy.
With open heart, laughing eyes, and
Widespread arms, may I dance
With the joy of the flood-
filled to overflowing
splashing outward into the
pathway of others. By Barbara Erb. PITHY POETRY A willing young curate named Mead
With a wife and baby to feed
Desires a post
Where they reverence the host
And believe at least half of the Creed. Martin Marty, Context
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