Oh, The Joy!

In this episode, Beyond Happiness (part II)–Oh, The Joy!

In Vista's light, where sunshine does gleam,

A feeling so grand, it's better than a dream!

Not just a quick smile, a giggle, "Hooray!"

But something much deeper that brightens your day!

Like pedals quick whirring, with wind in your hair,

Past mustard fields beyond all compare!

Those golden hills, like a Van Gogh so bold,

Happiness bubbles, a bright tale unfolds!

But wait! There's MORE, if you just take a peek,

A joy that's like quiet, a secret to keep!

It's when your soul says, "Oh yes, I know THIS!"

Like a soft, gentle hug, a delightful soft kiss!

It's not jumpin' round with a bump and a THUMP,

Or getting a prize with a clap and a jump!

It's feeling the breeze and the tires' soft hum,

Like your heart knows a song that has finally come!

So next time you see something shiny and new,

Or hear a sweet sound, a tickle for you!

Don't let it zip by in a speedy, quick blur,

Let the happy just settle, and JOY will occur!

Like the hills and the flowers, so sunny and grand,

Let beauty sink in, all over the land!

For joy doesn't shout, with a bang or a BOOM,

It just snuggles right in, and it makes your heart bloom!

So open your eyes, and listen with glee,

For the truest, deep Joy will set your heart free!

I'm Patrick Ball. Stay curious, creative, and ask questions. I'll see you in the next episode.

Comments

Don Hanley said…

Patrick: A joyous poem - makes my heart hum - thanks.

May 24, 2025 at 2:59 PM

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