“Joy Lives in the Heart'
I can feel content
With moments of warmth
And love in my heart,
But, Joy? Living in my Heart?
Is Joy hiding in the basement,
Afraid to come out?
If Joy lives in the cellar of my heart,
is it packed in a jar on a shelf?
like last summer’s canned tomatoes,
Waiting to be found and opened.
Or, maybe Joy is waiting to be found
Like a child playing hide and seek.
Maybe I need to go looking for it. . .
Listen for the muffled giggles
of joy feeling antsy in the darkness,
A little afraid to come out before hearing
The magic words:
“Ollie, ollie, oxen free.
Come out, Come out
Wherever you are.”
So,do I have the power to find joy
hidden but
just waiting for permision to come out?
I seem to have forgotten
those magic words.
I hope Joy has the power
to find ME. .. ..
By suddenly popping out
from the dark shadows of my heart,
Just a little flashlight beam of joy
That I can hold in my hand
Lighting my path.
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