Finding Joy

Words come like rusted cogs

Thoughts are pewter

Desire beauty 

But dolor dances

In my head.

Look around

At nature’s allure,

And celestial might.

Then effulgence

Unfolds.

Spying Orion’s belt

Acts as a catalyst,

Girding the mind,

Infusing it with

Hope.

The day unfolds

With awe

Of a mighty

Lord of 

all.