Choosing Joy

Joy and fear are opposite.
Only one can survive at a time.
Yet, sadness and surprise,
Fair better together,
Even though they are sometimes disguised.

Always aversion comes through pain,
Releasing regret along the way.
Some emotions come in waves,
And leave marks like scars…going to the grave.
Did I know that when I left you years ago that…
Now I would feel so much grief and pain?
Every transition involves some kind of loss…
Seriously, is it worth the cost?

Soon joy will come from sorrow.
Sometimes, it feels like it will never be over…
Until the day when justice comes.
Releasing these words on paper,
Pent-up emotions begin to flow.
Realizing I cannot do this alone,
I dive into the arms of Love.
Succor, protector, the fullness of joy…
Even now you see me,
And walk me through the pain.

Very quickly I learned,
Even to suffer is to gain.
Royalty and wisdom know the value of trials,
So I choose to avoid numbness,
In the face of strife.
Onward I fly with thankfulness.
Now I live with more love and joy.


A man sits in the heat of his home,typing on his computer, trying despearatly to finish his work.
But he has so much trouble concentrating at the moment, as his thoughts are scattered round about him.
Could he forget the green and blue, bright and sparkly eyes of his one and only precious beauty…love?
Does she even know how much she moves and causes sparks to enter his ardent heart so bright?
Even now, wearing her long, brown, hair down, she comes up behind him so softly and so sweet.
Feeling electricity, he turns to her and takes her soft hand in his own hand now.
Great, deep, joy fills his eyes, as he tries to show, that he deeply cares about her life.
Her thoughts ponder his gaze as she contemplates him in awe.
Interiorly she wonders why he is so in awe of her beauty.
Just then, he catches her up in his arms and kisses her so softly.
Keeping her eyes on him, she thinks on his character and she smiles.
Love is a strange and wonderful thing in this very short life.
Moving on through their busy week, they grow so much closer.
None could doubt the depth of their love, because it’s so true.
Oneness is not just a physical sensation.
People are often frustrated with true love,
Questioning whether it really exists.
Rejcection and hurt have blinded us.
Scars cover our bodies and hands.
Tears do dry but leave deep wounds.
Ultimately we heal..
Very slowly…true.
Waitng for hope.