Joy does not arrive with a fanfare
on a red carpet strewn
with the flowers of a perfect life.
joy sneaks in as you pour a cup of coffee
watching the sun
hit your favorite tree
just right
and you usher joy away
because you are not ready for her
your house is not as it should be
for such a distinguished guest
but joy, you see
cares nothing for your messy home
or your bank balance
or your waistline
joy is supposed to slither through
the cracks of your imperfect life
that's how joy works
you cannot truly invite her
you can only be ready
when she appears
and hug her with meaning
because in this very moment
joy chose you.
Joy Chose You
-- Donna Ashworth
4 comments:
Lovely!
Beautiful. Thank you.
love this poem--thank you
That is so true. Joy shows up at the oddest times.
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