When joy comes from me, it’s fragile and flickering
and I have to nurse it, hold it close
breathe gently on it, like monarch wings
or a tiny flame to warm my hands.
But when joy comes from God—
then I’m the fragile one.
Crash! There went the ruby glass of my heart!
but these aren’t tears, oh no,
this is me running down the beach
dancing under a waterfall!
Monday, October 01, 2007
Crash!
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6 comments:
Oh, that is just so beautiful! I will have to send a link to this poem to my friends!
This is so very beautiful.
I love the reference to fragile like a monarchs wings..
beautiful poem..
Peace, Kai
Delightful! I can always use some more joy in my life.
The beauty of your imagery and language does full justice to the beauty of the thought you have expressed.
Oh, that was beautifully said my friend. Old or new, well done.
love-bd
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