joy

“But be glad and rejoice

         forever

   in what I am creating;” Isaiah 65:18a

sometimes

it is only a whisper

   in the trees,

or the silly song

   of a six-year-old;

sometimes

it is the papery-skinned

   touch of a gran,

or the warm hug

   of a friend not seen in years;

sometimes

it is soft rain

   washing our face,

or the drops shaken off

   a wet-headed cat,

but in every moment,

you are in our midst,

and we rejoice.

© 2019 Thom M. Shuman