LAMENTATION

After the feasting of the season; I pay attention to the lament which buffets my soul and disturbs my inner peace.

A constant nagging background sound amidst the happiness of the moments spent with family and friends.

With every passing night time hour it is enlarged, interrupting sleep in the small hours like a pregnant obsession. Drawn to 'the book' I ponder the time we live, the season we're about to enter. It's more than the fact we teeter on the brink of a New Year. I dig deeply to find the place of joy not dependent upon happiness, for I sense the seriousness of it.