Life is joyous

If we listen

Listen to the birds

Listen to the cars, the planes

Can you hear the joy?

Maybe not

That's okay

Our mind is here to protect us

Alert to any danger

Always full of fear.

That is its purpose.

Be grateful!

Isn't that joyous?

If you allow, you can hear.

Allowing is loving

Loving yourself enough to allow joy

Enter your heart

Listen to its glory

It gives you life.

It allows you to live.

Isn't that joyous?

 

I wrote this the morning of Father's Day. It was the first Father's Day since my 20 year old son died. I was expecting to be sad and probably have a challenging day. I sat down outside to journal and explore my feelings. Surprisingly this gratitude filled poem came out. I ended up have a very joyous, even blissful, day. I was very surprised the way the day turned out, and I attribute that to sitting, exploring, and writing this poem.