A seasonal poem honoring the small joys and the gratitude that goes with them.
(Image description: A photo of burning logs in a campfire. Numerous sparks fly into the dark and swirl around.) Credit: Photo by David Schultz on Unsplash
Embers of Joy
In the darkening season,
joy can be found,
like bright embers in the hearth.
The shining stars among the clouds,
the brisk chill in the wind,
a sweet bite of cake on the tongue,
holy words uttered toward loved ones,
the comfort of a well-worn book,
the warmth of home in the night,
these gifts swathe my soul.
In the swathing of my spirit,
the hearthfire endures as a beacon,
fueled by gratitude and delight.
In turn, my heart is as an ember,
aiding others in the dark.
Leave a Reply