mildreflections:

Fruits of the Spirit #9

Joy as defined by the poetic dictionary:

When you shudder in a heat that surges though your veins, and tears and smiles merge to become one and the same. The tongue has so much to say, but sits still waiting, for the heart to stop pacing; for words to brim and put meaning to this undefined elation, slowly analyzing this sensation. No verses form, no poetry, only one word holds: joy.

Other definitions include:

• The wagging tail of a dog, the life in his eyes, and the love in his heart, for a presence that he adores. The return of a loved one.
• The beginning of an adventure, the map marked and studied, when treasures are so close to the dreaming soul but so far in reality. But just as much, joy is also in the fruitful end, when the quest that was riddled with attrition, seems like an old friend under the light of your glistening success.
• Joy is the air around a group of friends, who know the depths of each other souls. It is the conversation that incessantly unfolds of all stories old and new.

Synonyms Include:

• Mirth
• Pleasure
• Happiness
• Elation

Antonyms Include:

• Sorrow
• Despair
• Sulk
• Lugubrious  

Some say joy is a guest of choice, we can host her when we want, while others find her an elusive spirit, like butterflies, just fluttering about. The unanimous stance, if there is any, is that joy is what we seek, she is the element that makes ordinary, a memory to cherish and keep.  

                                         –Mild Reflections

So the journey ends. It was a pleasure working with @vagabondprophet, a great poet and a fun friend, someone who always has interesting stories. Thank you once again for making me a part of this.  

This is amazing, an excellent interpretation of Joy beautifully told. I have been so fortunate to have a poet as talened as @mildreflections join me on this fledgling project. Thanks for coming alongside me.