-- Vorfreude --

­­John Herlihy

What rapture lies glowing in Vorfreude,

The joy that gathers in anticipating joy,

Children feel it in their crevices and seams.

Without even knowing what it really means,

The sensation gathered like water in a sieve.

Purifying the heart, in a pure impulse to live,

Not the thoughts of a frantic mind that speaks.

But the pulsating beats of a heart that seeks,

Like the shadows of twilight ever-lengthening.

The mystery of happiness ever-strengthening,

The emotion, a welcome stranger, ready to meet.

The presence of a yet unknown joy ready to greet,

Vorfreude, my dear Vorfreude, finding its own way.

May its golden light stream thru the joy of the day,

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 24 January 2021