look for the little joys.
they are everywhere:
honeycomb bliss of a morning waffle
small purple blossoms on a tree
your mother's voice, concerned and loving
an errant wave that soaks your knee
beware the little loves.
they lurk everywhere:
shallow throb of a passing stranger
cinema romance fills the night
your birthright spent on peacock trifles
gossip-cocktails, clothes too tight
For joy is a gift from our good Creator,
scattered below for us to find
while love is another thing altogether...
careful, friend, how you use God's heart.
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