I started a post then scrapped it—too serious (life feels serious enough right now). I started another one, but it felt too “minimal”—not strong enough for the times we’re living in. So, I decided that this would be a good day to post pieces from Poetry and Other Random Thoughts. All of these poems have the word “joy” in them.
you are woven from all your days before this moment you are limitless with immeasurable possibilities you are joy and sorry, love and pain, laughter and tears you are a breathtaking spirit made up of all your experiences you are perfect just as you are
IN MEMORIAM I think that we will be well-known by words we said, not things we owned not houses built on rolling hills not stuff we bought with paper bills I think that we will be held dear by all the ways we spent our years sharing life with joy and peace legacies where kindness speaks I think that we will be defined by what it is we leave behind not clothing, cars or fancy jewels not our degrees from famous schools I think that we will be remembered by memories of moments tender hearts that helped a soul to bloom and love that healed savage wounds
SHARING come to me father of the day come to me mother of the night come to me brother of the dark come to me sister of the light you are all the same dance with me glee that makes me laugh dance with me love that makes me weak dance with me pride that makes me strong dance with me truth that makes me speak you are all the same sing to me stories borne of joy sing to me tales borne of tears sing to me memoirs borne of hope sing to me visions borne of fear you are all the same
Amazing Grace, come hold my hand, as I journey through this life. I know you're there, right by my side in sorrow, joy and strife. Some pain I simply can't "unfeel", some words I can't "unhear". But with your help, Amazing Grace, I know that God is near.
HOPE circles connecting spells of negativity broken moments of boundaryless wonder created humans moving forward hearts connecting pieces of life pulled together fruits of labor being freely shared hope-filled words spilling from the fount of joy spirits connecting rivers of misunderstanding elucidated dreams of holy alignment being realized prayers answered by the author of creation
May your day be blessed and may you find, even in the chaos, moments of joy,