Joy's Child Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Joy's Child

He comes as a wave cresting in delight,
His laughter like an infant God's at play
Rings the stars and sets the world aright,
This sudden breeze that cools the fiery day.
His tiny hands enfold themselves in mine
And happiness descends into my veins,
His kiss a poetry at once divine
All-love his gift in sweetest godlike strains.
With his embrace all false anxiety
And clinging sorrow far from me is cast,
His griefless eyes speak of an ecstasy
When soul aware of present and of past
Takes up again the reins of consciousness
Eager to explore the far unfound.
Then too, there is a streak of willfulness
And mischief testing the uncertain ground
Of his elders moral ambiguity.
This child of joy my soul to rapture wakes,
Caught in his aureate net of wizardry,
As through his golden frame God's splendour breaks.