Joy, dancing on the rooftops.
Howling, wild, in the wind.
Joy, pounding with the ocean’s waves.
Singing, free, in the hurricane.
Joy, breaking through every chain.
Painting, grace, another way.
Joy, lighting on outstretched hands.
Giving, glad, to all who know its name.
Joy, swaying softly in the hearth fire.
Humming, subtle, in the place called home.
Joy, loving life and all its days.
Plowing, steady, through the pain.
Joy, weeping with the starving child.
Standing, vulnerable, in the darkest deeps.
Joy, leaping from telephone poles.
Loving, delighted, every droplet of rain.
Joy.
An open secret.
Want it?
Go find its name.
God By Dockside 
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