Joy is always running Water splashing, Children laughing Joy is there for having, Not for holding, But for knowing Joy is deep within us: We can wake it, Not create it Joy is always running Neath the surface Warm and glowing
Tag: Joy
The World Is Full of Resonance
The world is full of resonance
Of loving echoes ringing;
The birds still try to tell us this,
If we but hear their singing
For sound can glitter in the air,
And make the sad soul glisten —
The world is full of resonance,
If we but stop
To listen
To share is human:
shells
shells beneath the surface shine in sharpened joy for summertime, and colors dance before our eyes: the shock of rainbow-edged surprise - and you know love like lips on lips, in water splashed with fingertips, and sunlight searing through a soul that's gained its way, but lost control so live as though you full intend to come, to go, to reach, to send -- and hear the water splash like bells on freed up toes, and bits of shells
To share is human:
Remember Joy?
Remember joy? It is for those Who love the moment More Than they love The opinions of others
To share is human:
into infinity
a luxury she won at chance,
a view she never thought she’d see:
the bushes and the trees a sign,
a door into infinity
a solitary moment spent
along the edge in measuring
how many heartbeats she’d yet had,
while never letting her heart really
sing
To share is human:
3 Beliefs – 2
Joy comes interlaced with pain
Everywhere we are, or go;
Golden childhood tales contain
Match girls dying in the snow —
All we think to say, or feel,
Frozen days by sunlight graced —
Bricks and mortar of what’s real:
Joy and pain are
Interlaced
To share is human:
exploration
tangled fall and wind aslant
should is shouldn’t, can is can’t
up and moving, must away
find the heart, forget the day
clouds that beckon from the skies
wind that laughs, and ground that cries
soul that sorrow knows, and grows
simple devastation
mangled wall of former grief
love is long, but life is brief
up and moving, in the fields
harvesting the flow life yields
though the path be wet and cold
though the back grow weak and old
conquered fears, and heart that hears
still in
exploration
To share is human:
Flowers Named Elizabeth
For holidays, and hidden ways,
For shorter goes and longer stays,
For time reflecting only breath,
For flowers named Elizabeth,
For every moment felt in joy,
Adventure spent, and girl-meets-boy,
With gratitude we lift and know
How good things are, when they
Are so
