Where Is My Joy?

Where is my joy?
It was here
only a moment ago
sparkling eyes
bubbling laughter
daisies plucked one by one.

Is my joy
a luminescent soap-bubble
easily popped by
harsh or careless words
disapproval
disappointment?

Does my joy
depend on others
making me a slave
to their whim?

Or does it come
from deep within
a place of inner dimension
my core being of love and light?

I have not lost my joy
nor can you steal it
for this joy is rooted
in faith and love.
It is who I AM
now and ever shall be!
Amen!

This poem is dedicated to Rebecca, my muse and dear friend.

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6 Responses to Where Is My Joy?

  1. Alix Moore says:

    Joy as a state of being–true.

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    Happy Friday!

    lovely imagery…
    keep it up.

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  4. Kristi says:

    Oh Pat!!! So true and something to always remember!!!! Hugs!! I LOVE this site.. thanks soooo much for sending me the link.. you inspire me!!!!!!

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  5. Vivian says:

    Dear Pat,

    This is simply wonderful…Always the mantra “I Am Who I Am” I associate to Rebecca it’s so funny!

    Love and Light

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  6. Becca says:

    Oh thank you dear Pat — resonates to the Core!!!!

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