I am looking for the elusive fount of quiet joy that resides in the soul of myself. I know it’s there. Yet I cannot seem to find it.
I realized today that I am going about my search all wrong. No frantic flinging about of the furnishings, or digging in the dusty corners will help. There are signs of its’ existence, but they are easily erased by worry, bitterness, or sorrow. Fear clouds the mind and skitters the emotions, blinding one to any trace of hope.
Moreover, it is clear that my methods to date are having an adverse affect on those I care most deeply for. My unquiet madness is infecting the world around me. That must stop.
So, I will begin again. I will take the time to cease flailing about in desperation. There will be no more screams of frustration. I will find the stillness that presages quiet joy.
It is a seed of hope and will need careful tending. This I will diligently bend my will to and so see it flourish. He who matters most will find a brighter, lighter me each morning.
I may stumble at times, and I may fail when the going is rocky. Yet I am determined to prevail. Life is indeed sweet … but only if I let it be. Thus, in stillness and calm knowing, I will again find the fount of quiet joy within me.
So shall I make of my world a summer’s day sky and lush grassy hills to walk, sunshine to warm us and peace to bless our steps.
I realized today that I am going about my search all wrong. No frantic flinging about of the furnishings, or digging in the dusty corners will help. There are signs of its’ existence, but they are easily erased by worry, bitterness, or sorrow. Fear clouds the mind and skitters the emotions, blinding one to any trace of hope.
Moreover, it is clear that my methods to date are having an adverse affect on those I care most deeply for. My unquiet madness is infecting the world around me. That must stop.
So, I will begin again. I will take the time to cease flailing about in desperation. There will be no more screams of frustration. I will find the stillness that presages quiet joy.
It is a seed of hope and will need careful tending. This I will diligently bend my will to and so see it flourish. He who matters most will find a brighter, lighter me each morning.
I may stumble at times, and I may fail when the going is rocky. Yet I am determined to prevail. Life is indeed sweet … but only if I let it be. Thus, in stillness and calm knowing, I will again find the fount of quiet joy within me.
So shall I make of my world a summer’s day sky and lush grassy hills to walk, sunshine to warm us and peace to bless our steps.