I write for joy.
Joy in the darkness of
night’s uncertainty.
Joy is the coming light.
Joy when all seems wrong
and there is need for some right.

I write for joy as soul work,
not put on but shining out of
resolution to never let go.

Joy as essence.
Joy as centre.
Joy in the face of another being
needing affirmation.

I write for joy on a cloudy day
when the sun does not shine
but I still feel its heat.

Despite the fears and shadows
and the rustling of doubt, joy is
my transformation and
joy is my light.