My Poetry Tends Toward the Morose

My poetry tends toward the morose,

It’s a quality I don’t try to hide;

Life's capriciousness I'm wont to expose,

There's much amiss that needs to be decried.

People suffer pain wherever you go,

And many too often feel all alone,

Sometimes these things I'd prefer not to know,

My heart wishes there were less to bemoan.

And yet in the midst of this pain is joy,

In the place of gloomy darkness is light,

For into my life you have come to buoy,

To balance, to lift and to make aright.

You strengthen my faith in a God who's just,

With whom, in faith, I can put all my trust.

August 1994