Joy

Angels of Childhood
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

Starlight

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

A Poem for Advent

Childhood Creche

This is the second Sunday of Advent and I would like to share a poem with you from my book, The Course of Our Seasons. It began with the story of Elizabeth greeting Mary and the child in her womb, leaping for joy.

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!