Joy Beneath the Sorrow

Some mornings don’t begin with light… but with the slow remembering that it still exists.

Joy Beneath Sorrow

A grateful heart rises

and wrestles my grief to the ground,

slaying the dragon of despair.

My weary soul awakens

as joy, long hidden beneath sorrow

finds its way into the light.

My eyes open to the goodness

God has scattered throughout my life,

and a smile returns to my lips.

Peace begins to settle…

into the tender places of my heart,

long numbed by suffering.