Profound Joy...

Oh God, you are the joy of life itself.

As such you set up things for all the  "rest".

Your Shabbat for your icons, for good health

of all creation. You're simply "the best".

We're not your "slaves" or even  "working drones".

You don't need us at all. You love to love.

Your way / approach, to ev'rything you own

suggests life & abundance from above!

And strangest thing of all is your approach,

and your retiring presence like a wild  -

wild creature that would wait. You don't reproach,

except as a good parent trains their child.

You aren't  the pouncing predator we dread.

It's right to call you "Father", as he did.

You'd like to train our hearts, not just our heads.

Give motivations that could open lids

each morning, so our eyes could gladly serve

the purposes we give to them as parts

of these small bodies, joined by flesh, bone, nerve.

Since as a whole, our life's sustained by hearts.

Our job is to respond with heart and sole,

with hand and forehead, to your light of love.

And copy with our ev'rything, our whole,

our parents, even though they're far above.

We're learning not just acts, but motives too.

We're trying to take on your purposes.

To let your joys encompass all we do.

Your word's own hope, much more than what each sez..

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