The lightest touch can bless us,
the smallest smile;
I have found as much joy in
the subtle hill across the way
as from any Everests I have climbed.
Joy awaits our approach,
our eager apprehension.
For joy to live, we must be
engaged with life, and fully open
our hearts to joy.
That means keeping the fire
of Spirit burning in our hearts;
that means making a place at our hearth
for Joy to abide,
at the very center of our existence.
Joy, when it comes, can be immortal and eternal
as any gift of the Spirit is):
but still, we can be its executioner;
we kill joy
when our puny human hands
are smeared with the dirt
of greed and blame and power.
So, kindle the fires of joy, then;
let them burn; pour over them
the living fuel of your love,
your wonder, and your faith;
kindle them until the fires cascade,
and make light and warm your world.
Let the fire burn, untended,
and it will light the way to a heaven
more wondrous than you
could ever know; a heaven there,
waiting, in the simple, daily joys
you have before you now.
5/6/03 - 3/19/06