Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.