May spontaneous delight
seek you out
like her lost child
and, in finding you,
wrap you in the sweetest bear hug
until you can't help
your oh.so.serious self
to pure joy.
Skip rocks. Build a snowman. Smear great big swaths of cheap paint on paper (preferably with your fingers). Sing (out loud. Off key). Say yes. Say yes. Say yes. (Or say no to it all & tuck yourself under a fuzzy blanket with your favorite book and a cup of hot something.)
Remember: in this life you will ache. You will grieve.
But joy does not negate your tender care.
You do not betray by allowing grace to ease.
The divine peace at your core
whispers: you never held the world,
even as your shoulders strain with effort.
Pause. Breathe. Be.
Let joy enter.
with deep love & insistent delight,