engaging joy

He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy

He who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sunrise

                             William Blake

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It comes to us

Almost intangible at times

Call it what you will

Joy

Love

Hope

There it is

And we grasp and grab

Seeking to hug the moment

The feeling

The person

To ourselves

Ah we are such fools!

What if the disciples at Pentecost

When the wind of the Spirit had roared

Had rushed to shut the windows

Seeking to capture

To own

To control

Stale air

I do not know

I fear, how to let the joy fly

Unbound

it is there in a lingering look

a touch

a smile

let it simply arrive

and be