After months of picking up beach glass,
I found a red piece,
a solitary fragment
perhaps from a ship’s lantern or a treasured bottle.
I named it Joy.
In honour of great delight and pleasure
They visit rarely.
Each time there is occasion for joy
I remember the frosted rare red.
It makes a joy-full connection in me.
Today, I visited the milk bottle holding my beach glass collection.
(My friend is using beach glass in her Blue Christmas service.)
Lo, I see
two pieces of red.
I had forgotten the joy of the second find.
There is full joy in joy
(like being pregnant, you can’t be more pregnant)
Yet, here is it more joy.
There is a lot of life lived out
in greens and whites, in brown and blues
and red is joy.
It is not just a moment (or two) surpassing all others
It is enough.
Joy is enough.
More joy is still enough.
So, pick it up again
your joy, your joys
and know the gift of
JOY is my favourite word in the English language. It comes so unexpectedly and is so overwhelming!
My joy was an early morning visit from my great granddaughter, Marley, in my room , and I have no clothes on, just dressing. She never even noticed, like every morning to her if pure joy sitting in my bed with a wad of play dough, waiting for this Nana get going!