Melancholy No More
By Kathy Armijo

 Melancholy used to be my name.
Day after day, it was all the same.
Sad, unhappy, just singing the blues.
No toe tapping from my shoes.

What brought about this change of name?
Was it an adjustment of my attitude?
Did I take some drug to alter my mood?
Could it be that I finally digested God’s food?

All my life I’ve known He’s there for me.
Still, often times, Him, I didn’t see.
For in my sadness I’d despair.
Where is my God?  Where?

Has he gone on vacation?
Is He lost in action?
Is His phone off the hook?
He isn’t even listed in the phone book.

Try as I might,
I just couldn’t find His light.
I’d pray throughout the day and night.
My life was a terrible plight.

Then one day from out of the blue
I realized
That He’d carried me through
And given me ever so many replies.

I’d been so caught up in my demise.
In my sadness
I hadn’t seen His wondrousness.
Finally, I realized.

In my grief and struggles throughout my life
He’s always been my guiding light.
How could I have been so dim?
HIS love for me is not a whim.

Thankfully, in all I do and say,
He gives me much leeway.
Lovingly, I give thanks to Him,
Remembering that HIS love for me is not a whim.
It will sustain me through thick and thin.

Kathy is my name,
Melancholy is my shame.