To the Inner Jester
I've laughed
My soul was in stitches
Healing
I've laughed
Until a calming peace
A release occurred-
Then, within,
I sensed-
Funny cap on the top of his head,
Tattered suitcase in his hand-
My inner jester,
Having done his work, leaving
And I bade him farewell
Until the next time
When, again
I might laugh and heal
And feel my funny oneness
With the Creator
And my inner jester will doff his cap,
Unpack his tattered case,
And tickle-Wisdom my senses
And fickle-know my straight laced and narrow problems
Into a curved and windy breeze
And with a passing, "God Bless"
I'll rest
And laugh through it all
Through every bit of it
I'll laugh
And laugh
And laugh
"A Merry heart doeth good, like a medicine." Proverbs
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