Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end?
Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free?
Or are you like the waves that make beautiful the waters’ furies and remain?
Teach us as the One who lives thus so, who, though we could not see the secret place within, though reviled and rejected, still conquered and rose above the fury.
Make us undaunted. Let our eyes, as though beholding of the noonday light, as the brilliant Body Who rules the sea thereof, see anew.
Joy, we meet you here, the wind against us, our endurance never expiring but ever becoming more like you.
Come, into the fury, into the fire, fan the flames therein, make all things new again.