The Joy

Croce di luce - bagliore

The joy

The joy of early morning quiet, surrounded by sleeping sounds

The joy of a fresh, ripe book to savor

The joy of those who require no explanation for who you are

The joy of this pleasant familiar place, surrounded by framed memories which bless again

The joy of meats and pies and salads waiting in there

The joy of touching the garment’s hem as mystery passes by

The joy of a virgin day to roam this wild revolving planet called home

The joy

2 thoughts on “The Joy

  1. Roselyn November 27, 2015 / 1:57-05:00Nov

    Beautiful, Mark! You have a poetic soul!! I’m sending you my Joy poem by separate email.


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