Joy Bringers

The love and light. Energy so high.

They lift us up. Help us fly.

The ones who bring joy to everything.

We celebrate you today!

We love you for your bright faces.

Your loving light and grace.

Oh, we celebrate, all who lift us up!


I am blessed to have known, and know, people who are the light of the world. Humble and beautiful souls who inspire all who are blessed to know them.

These little ones, although not human souls, are abundant in their joy! They are a tremendous source of light in our world as they live each moment with sheer joy and love.

I find most animals to be tremendous joy bringers.

Do you have an animal, or more, that brings joy into your life?

Until next time:

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

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My Favorite People

We all have one or two, perhaps a few.

Favorite people to share and spew.

Mine happen to have feathers or fur.

They are the ones who run to me when I return.

I could be gone a moment or day. It never matters.

They greet me the same.

Excited and happy. Joyous and true.

Asking for hellos and a little bit of food.

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Rabbit For Breakfast

I traipes through the yard. Merrily enjoying the awakening world.

Startling you from your morn.

You scampered off. To a new place.

Sure enough I came back that way.

Scared you still. I must say. For a moment

I did not see your face. I felt you there.

Looked around. You ate as I watched.

Eyeing me so. Sorry little one. I really should go.

Leave you to your breakfast, and stop stumbling upon you.

Radiance

sparkling bright and brilliant

the beams of heaven shone

brilliant gold and radiant

upon the only throne

which sat a saintly being

pointed ears

twitching tail

purring merrily

until the one who usually sat

came upon this being

the one was laughing quite heartily

the cat was lifted in the air

placed gently on the lap

of the one who sat there

Crow

Perched on the deck railing. Looking all around. He caws once. Enough to get my attention. My attention captured. He starts his dance. Bouncing up and down on the railing, head bobbing. I can almost hear the music he must be listening to. His feet catch the rhythm; send him jumping all around. Now his head is bobbing, feet are jumping, tail feathers are twitching, and he starts singing. Caws of music. Rhythm all his own. He is joy. He is light. He is music.

Captured, But Not Captive

Hawk perched on the wooden dowel. Waiting for his meal. His wing grew stronger with the passing of each day. He knew it would not be long before he was soaring high in the heavens. How he longed to be free.

The women who found him and fixed him; talked to him daily. Letting him know he would not be a prisoner there. He would be strong enough one day to soar again.

He tried to patiently wait for the day of his release. While knowing he would miss some of his healing days, as the women who tended him, gave him hope. Her kind eyes always met his piercing gaze as she handed him his meal.

He planned to watch over her when he was free. Keeping the mice and rabbits out of her yard.