Could You Be Happy?

Could you live with me in a cabin?
Or, maybe end each day inside my tent?
Is it Buckingham Palace you want?
Maybe a butler and a maid would make you content.

Could you be happy in Holland?
Perhaps the USA or France?
It only takes two willing hearts
That dare to begin a new song and dance.

Father said a hot plate and a soft pillow…
Would be all that it would take;
Should the cost of peace of mind take all he had?
He would forsake all, he said…
Lest there be any mistake.

Maybe you’re tempted by the bright lights
And the lure of a cosmopolitan city.
Is a quaint village that sings the songs of yester-year,
What you dream will take away discontentment and fear?
Or do you seek refuge and sanctuary,
Perhaps to gather a bit of sweet pity?

I’ve lived many life-times in this one, I feel.
With each new challenge and desire,
I sought what I believed every soul thought real.

No place, no time and no occasion,
Could ever be what was expected;
No anticipation, hope or faith
Could reveal what would later be rejected.

Time became justified.
The efforts were not in vain.
Happiness could not be limited to sunshine.
Nor could it be dismissed by rain.

I open my arms to your homecoming.
For I know you have passed over troubled waters too.
That’s how I knew that you would understand
And not question…
What I have gone through
In my quest to be with you.

So I surrender the clay of a simple potter
Molded and shaped to be happy just because;
There is no other rhythm or reason;
It is the creator’s purpose;
Making Himself happy…
It’s what He does best.

So can you be happy with an unlikely man
A man who seeks happiness in the soul?
For if so…let’s begin again
And let a new story be told.

Happiness seems a delusion to many;
To some it is completely out of fashion;
I am a man who shares what he treasures,
With a heart of relentless passion.

Passion to wake;
Passion to dine;
Passion to smile.
Passion…its very own kind.

I offer you a happy passion,
If this is what you seek.
Please open your heart to me.
Unless your heart is weak.

Once more I ask:
Could you…
Or would you be happy?


David Hammock. Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved.