Lost Joy

I seem to have lost it

though I have looked in every

crevice and corner

Where,

I can’t help but wonder,

would my Joy for Life hide?

I’ve looked in the western skies

as the sun sets, following the ribbons

of light and color,

peaked through the treetops

following the birds flight, hoping

they would lead me to my lost

Joy for Life.

I have sat in silence

listening to the voice of the wind,

hoping she will share her

secrets, tell me where to begin.

Alas, the searching was in vain.

I felt the teardrops fall,

the droplets reach my heart

nourish the garden inside

when much to my surprise

my Joy began to bloom!

I found the treasure within,

where my Joy for Life

had always been.