If We Want Happiness

Whenever happiness stands still, it’s sad.

   Wherever sadness stands, it digs deep holes.

The pits are what make our low hungers glad.

   A ladder is what Love is to our souls.

Whenever Love is silent, Hatred screams;

   But it will whimper when Love whispers once.

Pity is not what weakens, but redeems.

   Envy is like a teacher who’s a dunce.

We are all lost inside what we have found

   To cling to: all the stuff, and not the thing.

The keys we use to free us keep us bound.

   We dream as if there’s no awakening.

      If Love’s our dish, then struggle is the bill.

      If we want happiness, we can’t stand still.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells