Today is Day 21. And its all about JOY.To read the collective tread lightly over here.
Am I the scatterer of, stumbler of the stumbled on?
Do I throw it out for seekers and needers starving for joyers?
Am I the depleter of or replenisher of?
Has He not provided like mana, the morsels of Joy enough to feast on, then re-stock the life shelves with?
When will I be the Joy in the life of the hungry for?
When will I take my portion and give it back to the malnourished in sadness, the Joy-starved?
So Today I choose Joy.
And look to pick up with a cheerful heart, renewing the heart with gratitude.
And knock the socks off others with the Joy that I have so graciously been given.
Strong Joy, meaty Joy, pulsing the veins,the life-blood, beating the heart, filling the soul.
Today I choose, for me and my house, JOY.
She sings like music to the ears of a weary one.
Transforms the death march into the dance of joyous celebration. Trumpets the return of living.
Joy, the tear-wiper, Joy, the soul- cleanser,
Joy the re-storer of dry-bones death.
Ode to Joy, a Alleluia Chorus of Praise for the hearts of the weary women.
Counting it all this in all,
Leaning into the Joy of the Lord, a walking cane, a brace, my rod and staff.
And I bleet like a sheep, crying out to my Shepherd,
Restore my Joy as I choose Joy,
And L.L. Barkat for In On and Around Mondays.