Joy

My friend Camilla and I challenged each other to write our thoughts on Joy.  Camilla was raised LDS and she was told what Joy was as a child.  It was something experienced outside of yourself that came from a higher being that imparted it to you.  She says it was implied that joy did not come from within and without this influence from a higher power, joy was non-existent. 

That led us into a fascinating discussion on what joy must be like without any religious connotations.  So I let my mind wander and ponder joy and came up with this short poem.

Joy is a cradle of arms supporting Earth and all its beings.

Joy is the first and the last breath of life.

Joy is the siren call of eternity.

Joy is loud and emancipating.

Joy is silent and selfless.

Joy is a relentless standing wave.

Joy is a flower.