Lord of Laughter

 Wild unrestrained

      deep laughter,

      washing over

         everything

         everyone

in the crowded room.

After Babel sounds,

      an unknown language,

      overloading ears

        of broken hearts,

        scarred souls

in the noisy room.

The unlaughing soul

      longs to laugh,

      to roar again

        in every part,

        in any moment,

wondering if and when.

Lord of Laughter,

     Creator of bliss,

     touch once more

        the troubled 

        and overwhelmed

with belly deep joy.