Joy. It comes in the morning. 

How I dreaded those boxes. 
Filing, piling, leaving. 
But there they go,
And yet,
I feel so full. 

Full of the future, full of His purpose, full of hope. 

There’s a turn in the tunnel.
The one we use so much 
To get to Canada. 

It turns, and the tiles subtly just
And I know that the end is near 

Life has ups and years.
Life has downs with tears 
But there are always mornings. 

I know, I know that joy.
It comes again and again 
Until the unfolding of eternity. 

And here it is again.
Glowing from around the bend 
Around the boxes, 
And tiles glowing, 
Hope is giving