Today's Poem Inspired by Psalm 1:2
Not all joy arrives as laughter,
some of it comes quietly,
like a page turned before dawn,
like a word waiting to be stayed with.
There is a happiness that does not rush,
that does not need to prove itself,
that grows in the slow company
of wisdom spoken and received.
Blessed is the one who leans toward that voice,
not dragged by duty
but drawn by desire,
whose pleasure is found not in noise or conquest
but in instruction that teaches the soul
how to stand upright in the world.
This delight is not thin or fleeting;
it has weight,
it has memory,
it settles into the bones.
The law of the Lord is not a fence of thorns
but a path worn smooth by faithful feet.
It does not shout;
it invites.
It opens itself like a well,
offering depth to those who linger.
Those who return again and again
find that the water tastes richer each time.
Day and night the words are held,
not clenched, but carried.
They surface in the middle of ordinary moments:
in the pause before speaking,
in the space between decision and action,
in the quiet hours when the world loosens its grip.
Meditation is not escape—
it is attention trained toward truth.
The mind circles the teaching
the way the earth circles the sun,
not growing weary of the orbit,
not questioning the light.
What is constant begins to shape what is possible.
Thoughts slow down.
Desires learn their proper names.
The heart finds its rhythm again.
This is not the joy of spectacle,
but the joy of alignment.
The joy of standing where one belongs.
Roots sink deeper each time the word is returned to,
each time it is whispered, weighed, remembered.
What is planted there does not strain to bear fruit;
it grows because it is nourished.
There is a life formed this way—
quietly, steadily—
a life that does not fear the passing of seasons.
Wind may come, voices may clamor,
but the one who delights in the teaching of the Lord
has learned where to dwell.
Day and night,
in light and shadow,
the word remains,
and the heart remains with it.
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