I find joy and beauty -
All that happens, has its purpose.
In everything I derive meaning.
Now as I lie writing on the grass.
I see the hydrangea,
its time has passed.
Its petals once bright, turned to brown.
Its full blown bloom faded now.
Yet at the stem new life begins.
Leaf as green as,
the return of spring.
Nothing is ever truly lost.
Everything in its time is replenished.
Even while on our knees,
no strength to stand tall.
rebuilds and restores.
back into shape,
as it once had been.
So we know that life returns anew,
to transfuse us with joy again.
As we are cleansed of impurity
by a God who demands us clean,
love that's born of friendship, will remain.
I search for joy in everything.
Even loss I count as gain.
The treasure of the past never gone -