Joy in the silent
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
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