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And when my Joy was born, I held it in my arms and stood on the roof-top shouting, "Come, my neighbors, come and see, for Joy this day is born unto me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laughs in the sun."
But none of my neighbors came to look upon my Joy, and great was my astonishment.
And every day for seven moons I proclaimed my Joy from the roof-top-and yet no one heeded me. And my Joy and I were alone, unsought and unvisited.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine held its loveliness and no other lips kissed its lips.
Then my Joy died of isolation.
And now I only remember my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow. But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
3/16/2006 3:02 am
touching indeed but i would rather think tht Joys been hiding and that Joy will come out from her hiding in the right times.|
3/16/2006 4:20 pm
I feared what it was|
I would find
when I came here ...
you, my sweetness,
can touch the heart
that is rendered cold
and tossed aside
in isolation ...
don't make me feel
I run from ...
I will only be reminded
of what is was
that broke me ...
3/16/2006 4:25 pm
Your words so true...I love your writing...One day may the joy come back to all...~~D~~|
3/16/2006 7:28 pm
Huntress, We both shall be reminded of what is was |
DDUKE, Thank you and I am sure one day the joy will never leave us.