Pick It Up

It fell. 
The wind kept knocking it down. 
Each letter seemed so sturdy. 
Life does that. 

Joy.  

Not the kind you experience 
after your favorite team wins the super bowl.  

Strong winds may displace it, 
for a season. 
Never destroyed, 
and never abandoned. 

Joy. 

You shouldn't be this happy. 
You should be entangled 
in a series of unfortunate events.

Not a smirk, nor a grin, not even laughter.
can define how you truly feel. 
But Joy is a treasure from within. 

Pick it up.
Not just now,
God is bigger than December.

But again and again.