The Joy

"Joy does not arrive with a fanfare,
on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life.
Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee,
watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right.
And you usher joy away,
because you are not ready for it.
Your house is not as it must be,
for such a distinguished guest.
But joy cares nothing for your messy home,
or your bank-balance,
or your waistline, you see.
Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks of your imperfect life,
that’s how joy works.
You cannot invite her, you can only be ready when she appears.
And hug her with meaning,
because in this very moment,
joy chose you."
 
We've had a lot of long days lately, crawling on hands and knees, settling our new chickens in. Early mornings, late nights, stressful emergencies.
 
And then you come across this: the perfect egg, perfectly placed on the perfect grass in the perfect light. And you realise: THE JOY! It does not matter that your clothes - and hair - have mud, poo, dirt, dust, grease, thorns, and gaping holes.
 
The perfect joy has arrived.
 
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--from the poem "Joy" by Donna Ashworth