Joy in the silent

Deep in me lies a sour slew

Astounding by imagining it's deepest blue

Fears in/on but a joy in plethora makes me new

Pierced by pursuit of life, sorrows not a few

Spurious smiles in people's presence

Alone, lessons fades my quintessence

But a joy blowing in air will not be absent

My deeps sings but sorrows in the real sense

A traveled mode returns always time

I becomes at sea and sour as lime

Both to my fence and my spine

A joy vaporize like a cooking rice seasoned with thyme

Whence cometh this uncalled joy?

Job's response (41:22) will I not toy

God is present where I sorrow and boil {PS. 16:11}

The joy of the lord is my strength it is uncoiled (Nehemiah. 8:10.

Poem @ Adegunleye Ayomide