Joy

For some it’s as simple as

A cold nose nuzzled against a welcoming cheek,

The unabashed fealty of shameless loyalty

And total dependance upon your love.

 

For others, perhaps, more subtle and distant;

The soft brush of dander against an ankle,

Eyes that look up at you searching your soul.

The unkind awakening at 3 in the morning,

The calm healing purr offered soft in your ear.

 

There is joy in the morning,

A new day awakening,

Joy in the evening when day’s work is done.

Joy in the praise that we offer the heavens

For all of the blessings of life that abound.

 

Too often underappreciated

In a world that out spins the swift hands of the clock.

Lost or forsaken for unfettered gain

It suffers in silence, consumed by the past.

 

But joy is a motion that travels in silence

Revealing itself unexpected but welcome.

And those who can relish the treasure it offers

Will carry it forward

To better the world.
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