joy

life moves in such a blur

one moment to the next

happy-sad-happy again

folding t-shirts to be dirtied

filling cups of juice in the moonlight

sweeping layers of recurrent dirt from the kitchen floor

this is life.  every blink a gift.

how blessed i am to be walking with you

and in every breath finding a peek of love

in a sister's words.  in a garden's harvest.  in a family's grief and pain.

a dust of joy

buried in it all

bound tightly yet delicately knit

knowing that joy is everywhere -

the choice:  to see it