Brian Johnston

(Jan.20,1943 / Shattuck, OK)

The Longing For Joy


The longing for joy does not serve us well
When it blinds us to other emotions.
We stumble to think mere absence of pain
Would be heav’n (fear to drown in life’s oceans) .

Absence of pain implies no lessons learned,
Best be careful of just what we wish for.
Look to the heart, t’would be sad should we thwart
The deepest longing for God at our core.

He who blithely elevates his own joy,
Equating God’s heav’n to just feeling good,
Has made a wrong turn, chosen the wrong path,
And betwixt his ears there’s only dense wood.

If oceans there be, then let lungs be filled,
Even if all I breathe is salt water.
To cut myself off from emotional life…?
Best give my place to someone who’s smarter.

Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 16, 2014

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Brian Johnston
May 16,2014

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  • Yash Shinde (5/18/2014 9:32:00 AM)

    Absence of pain implies no lessons learned-
    Undoubtedly, the best verse in your write. No pain, no gain, I guess that's what it means. We may suffer a lot in the dire course of life, but the experience gained, is worth it. A toddler falls, before standing tall. Absence of pain is not joy. A thought provoking write my friend! .. (Report) Reply

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