It happened again – the path
disappeared beneath my feet.
Where is there to stand
in this ephemeral, illusory world?
No solidity, no weight –
no purpose or meaning.
Then, why not float through, my Lord asks,
light and free as a feather?
Because of the pain, I answer.
There’s joy – but, always, pain.
There is pain even in the joy
but never joy in the pain.
That’s why I’ve come, my Lord said.
To bring you joy in the pain.
O child of God, live for your Beloved
and become the purpose you seek.