They say
This world’s no laughing matter—but how else
Can we account for stars that sing for joy?
Or what about the daffodils that shake their skirts?
Electric tails of skinks, and striped bees,
Dogs who wriggle welcome; and all cats,
Themselves an inside joke. This world’s heart hums
With humor by the handfuls, euphoria
Echoing eternal. Now open eyes,
See that Love’s still springing His surprise—
Mercy found in mirth, most holy hope.
Come ache or break, have faith—He still invites
His children—joy!—to join in His delight,
Because, dear heart, your faith will soon be sight.