There is no Joy so great as that which sings
when darkness squelches silent every sound
except the mournful dirge that sorrow brings
upon the soul when naught but death abounds.
Such Joy cannot be found by human means;
its steady flow denies an earthly source,
nor can its power emanate from fiends,
but rather from a higher, holy force.
Do not dissuade yourself discovery
of such a fountain’s effervescent flow;
it is a stream that eyes of faith will see
before the mind, its healing balm, can know.
There is a Joy so great that it can sing,
despite the sorrow death’s slow dirge will bring.
