In the Midst of It All – Joy
Sometimes you move with saffron steps to the tune of the sunrise,
Dew-blessed beginnings, fresh starts
Like sharpened pencils in the Fall,
Uttering “I do” with your soul mate,
Unpacking in a new home.
Joy is within and around you
Energizing your gifts,
Arousing your gratitude.
You leap through lush fields,
Your verdant heart singing.
Exploring forests and fern,
Praying … with the rhythm … of the ocean,
Stunned repeatedly by stark deserts
Adorned with sunsets which captivate your soul;
Giving thanks for every piece of nature
That bathes you in joy.
Raging red of boiling emotions
Spews forth when you are
Dismissed, oppressed, cursed,
Or when such is done to loved ones.
Joy seems nowhere to be found.
Molten anger within your heart
Appears to have covered her for good.
Suddenly Joy’s ember emerges unscathed.
Even amidst the fury,
She is there.
Somber grey, subdued, dismal,
Suppressing all energy to be engaged,
Seeking to rob you of wisdom
Even as you claw toward the Light.
Whispering “you don’t matter”,
“All is hopeless”,
“You are forever lost”.
Joy sits with you,
Grief knocks down the door
Filling every pore with indigo darkness.
Spilling over with endless tears
Until your eyes dry-heave agony.
If you had the energy to pull the covers over your head,
But loss brings paralysis
Depleting you of inspiration and drive.
Joy is there
In precious memories,
A friend’s silent presence,
Deep within you
Bidding you forward.
In the midst of life’s beauty and gore
Move with joy, move to joy,
Not just the shallow waters of happiness –
Things accumulated, positions gained,
But the core deep,
Foundation of Living Love.
Celebrating the fact that she dwells within each of us,
Inviting us to dance.
©October 8, 2014 Cynthia Langston Kirk
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