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
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