H appiness depends on happenings...when all is well...

A mid good times...laced with tranquility...a quell.

P articularly there, when life is going as good as one thinks it should...

P ersonable cares are safe...vanquishing need for 'hard times' hood.

I noperative are glum thoughts...when...out of the blue... happiness bids adieu.

N erve racking ramifications bring on alterations...seek the antidote...

E mbodied deep within your soul...His Joy...a lifesaving envoy...you float.

S inging is the last thing you want to do... but a song comes... as you go thru.

S smiling is automatic...from where?...it's He...alleviating your tears.

V isions from 'happy days' tries to erase your calm...it'll plague your mind...

S ingularly...without His 'remedy'...you cannot find peace sublime.

J oy is so needed...it can't be taken away...earth has no ploy...

O bstacles become a stepping stone to Him...who is our sustainer...our hoy!

Y es...happiness...comes and goes...give me Joy...His forever present alloy. 

Ps 48:3, 16:11

joyce m bell 5/7/2009