Cinquains of Joy

A Psalm of Joy

My frame
will not contain
the joy a mother feels
when her children find their way home
at last.

Answers
to prayers prayed in
silent pain for their pain
seemed so long coming, I asked did
God hear?

And then,
as if He had
stored them up, kept them safe--
babes and answers--until their hearts
could hold

the stars,
moon, sun, answers
came spiraling, entire
galaxies, indisputably
ablaze

and I
am filled with awe,
with wonder, with joy, here
where morning dawns, and evening fades
in song.

© Doraine Bennett