Happiness

Sunday morning

Sunday morning
gorgeous glorious day
the sun bright on the rainwashed trees

I look around as I sit
listening to prelude music
waiting for sacrament meeting to start

And I feel
this is my place
these are my friends
this is good
and right
and well

Happiness washes through me
my life has ceased its aimless wandering
and come home to rest
where it belongs

It has a purpose
a direction
which brings peace

I sink into that peace
as if it were an old armchair
deep and comfortable
worn with cradling people
over countless days

With happiness flowing through me
peace surrounding and supporting me
I know once more
what it truly means
to be
content