Lost Joy

It is no surprise to me that I at most times lack passion and joy. I can give reasons why I lack these 2 friends of the soul. None of them should stand up against the gospel, but I try.

While dusting I opened a book I haven't cracked open in probably 1o years - The Collected Works of Emily Dickinson- given to me by my old best friend who no longer speaks to me. Maybe that's why I never wanted to open it; it reminded me of her. Anyhow...!
It opened and I saw the title: Lost Joy

I Had a daily bliss

I half indifferent viewed,

Till sudden I perceived it stir,-

It grew as I purused,

Till when, around a crag,

It wasted from my sight,

Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,

I learned its sweetness right.

Ok so maybe I haven't read the book much because I don't get poetry! I got the title though! I got it down real good. I am the story of lost joy or never found joy. And I really don't know how to get it but I have known its missing. They say, "knowing is half the battle" but how do you win the other half? But I am seeking joy, the kind that may falter but is never lost.