Musings about my muse

Though we know not what the future may hold,
Laughter, tears, joy, distress and tales to be told,
I will rejoice in my blessings that our paths has crossed,
If this is all we will ever be, all progress will be paused,
Still I will rejoice in these memories that are such a gift,
When I recall them, my spirits surely will lift,
Call it fate, destiny, divine appointment, providence,
For those in doubt surely there is much evidence,
Of the Divine's work in bringing 'bout our route's congruence,
If joy's a currency, this is the source of my affluence.

I wish you well, trust me one day I really will,
If farewells are in order, my heart will be still.
Sharing your joy some how will be contagious,
I say in faith not in fact lest I sound fallacious.
Surrender I am learning though now I lack,
His sufficiency and grace will still bring me back,
Though the fig tree or the vines blossoms not,
In my God I trust; whose face I've sought,
He will bring me through whatever He ordain,
In Him my toil and tears will not be in vain.