Joy

The barren feed the barren 
and empty hearts a like in manner seek 
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep 
within the marrow of the meek. 

They blame the cheerful, and cast 
them far beyond their consciousness, 
while coddling the joyless with sorrows 
that would spoil true happiness. 

Joy will master cruel deception, 
reduce to ash the flame 
of ruinous self-interest, and sow 
the seeds of gladness once again.

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Ilene Bauer

Date: 7/2/2015 12:48:00 PM

oh, i wish that joy had that ability, but i haven't always found that to be the case. i love the language you've used here, especially the "marrow of the meek."

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 7/2/2015 9:37:00 PM

That's a favourite phrase of mine too! Thanks much, Keith