Sometimes Joy - NaPoWriMo #15

 Sometimes joy
is such a simple thing

 

a good book

a cat, purring on one’s lap

a brilliant sunset fading to dusk

warm socks in winter

 

And sometimes joy

hides her face

within the folds of sorrow

patiently waiting

her turn                                                                                                      

NaPoWriMo #5 - Wild Thing

I see my grandson

at two,

running wild,

his orange curls

bouncing with each step.

He jumps and runs and climbs

with so much energy

so much fierce joy.

 

And I wonder

when do we lose that?

The breakneck rush

into the world

excited to go

to do

to see

to experience?

 

When do we become cautions,

of people

of the world

of our own selves?

 

We learn to  

hedge our bets and

couch our opinions in qualifiers

so as not to upset anyone, anything.

We water down our desires,

expect less,

express less,

enjoy life less.

 

And how do we get it back?

That vibrant life,

that wild joy

we all once had                                        

 

Good Friday 55

It’s Friday.
but no fish on Fridays
people have turned it into
a celebration,
a treat.
Now we look forward
to Friday fish fry. 

                                                 
Perhaps we were not made
for a severe, vengeful god
but for a god of
delight in the wonders
of this world.     
when ordered to make a sacrifice 
How amazing that?