Joy is finding me!
At last, my eyes are open!
My heart is open!
Little moments
of quiet Joy
dripping in
the hours of everydayness.
The perfectly formed rose
which greets my morning inspection –
rising from a once deformed bush
eaten by possums…
That piece of art
that stirs
with a recognition
of something that has no words
but speaks soul to soul…
The vibrating note
resonating in my chest
as I lean into my guitar –
grateful for the comfort
it has brought me
especially when I am sad.
The clean, rearranged room –
making something more beautiful
where once there was mess…
The lighted, scented candle
that anoints my home
with its gentle fragrance…
The coloured feather on my path…
reminding me that I too can fly.
All this and more…
Little things of delight…
I am so grateful for these little blessings.
I used to be too frightened
to claim my Joy.
I equated heart-break with joy.
I thought that joy and grief
walked hand in hand –
as that had been my story…
But now I know
that they are sisters
on the same path.
I will not squander
my moments of joy
(as I will not squander
my moments of grief).
All is making me!
I am stronger
for those moments
that have blessed me…
Joy is finding me!
And I am honoured
that she visits me –
I am deeply grateful
for these little moments
of quiet joy.
