A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22
Gazing gloom
drags down our sad state of mind,
resulting in dire doom.
Storied stones
cruelly crushing the soul,
dry up our dead, bitter bones.
Saving salve
found in our great God alone,
gives strength to ever endure.
Happy hearts
create in us healing health,
a blessed balm, God imparts.
Faithful force
of joy from the heavens high,
a supernatural source.
Poetry type: Treochair
Poetry prompt: Tanka Tuesday
Morning Star Poetry 