Delirium of Joy

In the quiet of a sunrise,

When much of the world is still,

A breath of joy

Ripples through the air.

How subtle this moment,

As it is not loud,

Nor does it shout,

But it fills the heart

With a gentle warmth.

Might it be…

A child’s shy laughter,

Or perhaps a lover’s touch,

Or the simple beauty

Of a blooming flower

Raising its petals toward the light.

Such are the moments of joy

Giving us the chance,

Fleeting as it might be in time,

To appreciate the fragility of peace,

As pure delight is woven

Into the morning ritual

Of getting up from bed

And the pause before

The daily routine begins.

Yes…

In the delirium of joy

We might discover ourselves

Unburdened by worry,

Revealing that moment

When our true selves rely

On the creator

The imagination

Regardless of unresolved challenges,

For that moment,

We are free of sorrow.

Embrace it.

Hold it close,

You are experiencing

The gift of truly living

The axiom

Be here now.