Joy is
The privilege of watching a new day born -
a sunrise lights my soul.
Hearing the laughter of children at play -
makes a lighter heart my goal.
The sight of a rainbow arched in the sky
gives belief in a promise true;
Gentle rain on a warm summer's night
cleanses my thoughts like new.
Comfy shoes, a letter from home,
a sunset at day's end;
A flower, a tree, a river, the sea,
a phone call from a friend.
The feeling I had when I saw my dad
wearing my gift of a tie,
A song in my heart when I remember the smell
and taste of my mom's apple pie.
All of these things, to me, spell joy;
each one gives certain pleasure.
When I count my blessings the sum is great -
an overflowing measure.
Joan Adams Burchell
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