In the Joy of this peaceful Wednesday morning,
a kaleidoscope of emotions and thoughts,
floods my soul like sunlight through the clouds.
It gives me just a glimpse of the crystal blue sky that lies beyond the gray.
A blue that waits patiently for me to notice it is there.
But when I do, my desire to hold onto that blue sky, that glimpse of joy,
becomes my downfall.
The sky-blue joy is not meant to be held or captured.
Holding it too close would be to smother it, diminish its power.
Instead, I learned to move with it, become part of it,
no longer wishing to become its conqueror or controller.
So now, over time, I have come to realize and understand that only by letting go
can I feel the crystal blue joy deep inside my heart,
welcoming me back home…
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Your poem engenders that feeling of beauty.