A Poem – Hope with a Distinction

And the moment of happiness
sparked like the flame on a candle,
but like the flame,
it is bound to go out
burning away all that’s left.

But joy is lasting
like the light from the sun,
which may be hidden,
but still burns,
nurturing all of God’s children.

And happiness may not last,
may never be seen or felt;
but joy is everywhere eternally,
obscured yet at hand.