Happy-nings are those best
Kind of kindlinesses
That friends bring into my lonelinesses
When sadnesses are looming
Threatening to drown my hoping
And clip my wings so bringing
Me so low, I'm crashing not landing.

But lifting my eyes,
I'm seeing from where
My help is truely coming.
So I'm thanking the One
Who is overseeing
The mounting and never-ending
Coming-and-goings,
With happy-nings that are everlasting.