Maybe Someday is Now

Finding My Way Back to Joy

Maybe someday is now.

That day when all will be well
and joy comes to stay.

I’m always waiting for the better time,
the better way,
the better moment once all is made whole
and sorrow cannot cloud
the sunlight
and tears no longer crowd
the laughter
into hard-fought-for corners
of relief.

But maybe this gift of heaven-come-to-earth
is joy in the middle of sorrow,
flowers that rise 
with obstinate glory
inside the messy cracks of life
with all its difficult realities.

Can I be okay with that kind of joy?
Can I seek that kind of joy?
Can I be content to know this joy along the way?

I hope so. 
I don’t want to miss it. 
I don't want to lose
the essence of myself
in maybe-somedays.

Maybe someday is now.

Give me eyes to see
the glory 
right in front of me. 

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