Joy sustains,

Unlike happiness,

It has no temporary mode.


Joy sustains,

Because is it contagious,

Impossible to resist.


Joy sustains,

Due to its grace-filled source.

God’s love for us.

The Stub


Visible on the path,
The tree stub of my presence remains,
Like a mile marker on a journey,
When once they sheltered under my branches,
And now they walk by,
Wondering why this vestige has not been removed.

Not knowing what sort of tree grew here.