‘I will remember this as long as I live.’
I want to experience great joy
and great beauty-
and small beauty
and lesser joys.
And wonder.
I want wonder each and every day.
Wonder of such significance
that it is etched in my memory
with gold threads
and bright liquid silver.
With each day passing,
the time lessens,
adding an urgency to each minute
and hour.
Time enough to open eyes and heart
to joy and beauty and wonder.
And time enough
to remember
as long as I live.
its that tiny little spark
that had not been a flame
for so many years
grief and sadness had taken their toll
and the idea of joy
could not be held in my heart
it seemed impossible
no kindling or match to strike
it into flower
the ember guttered and went cold
but somehow
this year
a new wind has come up
breathing that cold ash
into a glowing hint
of tiny flame
just enough to warm my hands
Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.
Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.
Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.
Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky
Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.
Joy leapt up!
— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K
Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.
Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.
Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.
Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky
Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.
Joy leapt up!
— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K
The disc turns the soft fragrant earth
across the spring fields while
small moon faced calves caper
and lark,
whisking their tails in triumphant and ridiculous joy.
Ahh Spring-
you dress in Edens green,
(you Eve, you Adam)
drawing us into the garden
from which we all fled-
where moon faced angels
caper at each fence post,
their wings tangled in sweet honeysuckle
and ridiculous joy.
Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.
Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.
Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.
Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky
Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.
Joy leapt up!
— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K
joyous wings fetch the blue of the sky
to lance in wing and song
spilled hearts reign to earth
in tales of icarus’ flight and fall
winged children of sky and wind
whose language trebles
each ear and mind
sound out your joy and holy cause
without signal of sadness
rejoice in hymns of seed and bloom
of resonance and redemption
let all creatures upon the earth
look to cloudless heaven
and glory in wings and feathers
and righteous song
Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.
Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.
Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.
Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky
Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.
Joy leapt up!
— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K
The Color of Joy
the Red of our garden roses
maybe
or the bright Yellow
days of summer
or maybe even
the deep tapestry of Gold
Bronze
Russet
in the autumn woods
all these could have been
the color of joy
but now I know
Joy
is
deep Indigo and Charcoal
color of sky on a moonless night
when the western wind
blew open my door
and in the deep midnight Blue hour
brought you home
finally
to me
wiping away the sullen night –
the morning breaks over the ridge –
bright eyed and bushy tailed
***
the morning in blue –
old denim jacket,
bluebirds on the wing,
your eyes
***
give me a smile and lets be on our way –
its going to be a beautiful day
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