A Picnic of Joy

Grant Hope #124

Oh my wondrous dear
for all this you have labored so
a feast of rich food
a feast of well-aged wine
food full of marrow
a spread so refined

You have dried up any tears I may have had
and brought forth ones that are as happy as the smile that is thine

Let us finish preparations together
for in the throws of this temporal strife
you swallow up any sense of death
replacing it with the joys of this wonderful life

We will dance around this table
laughing all the while
by the grace of God what blessing you are to me
no ludicrous power, money, or fame
can turn my heart from the love that flows from you like the Nile

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