“Hopeless Joy”
I had once often hoped for joy
Joy had no hope for me.
I used it as a ship to sail.
It cast me in the sea.
Joy never was a friend to me.
It never had a soul
That to me gave kindness.
It was to me a toll.
Somehow I think it was mistakes
That turned my joy away.
And if my joy returns to me,
Oh, that will be the day.
If every person shared my pain,
The empty world would be distressed
As joy takes away all our strain
And – from the vast depths – we are brought.
For my joy -to me- return
Is all I pray, dearĀ God.
In my thoughts all this will burn
Until hopeless joy renews.