I’ve been wondering, “What is on the inside of joy?”

I’ve been wondering, “What is on the inside of joy?”
You know, that place where a smile prompts another smile…
Where laughter prompts more laugher…
Where the voices only whispers peace.

It is like baby birds fed by their mother…
Solemn sounding waterfalls…
Like that strange conviction within us to always love…
The place where brightness always rises.

This is where I want to live…
Leaving all chaos behind…
To wander in and out of joy’s every room…
And let unearthly beauty appear to me.

Yet, there is a different place that is always calling…
Where anger prompts more anger…
Enemies make more enemies…
Where it is always winter, but never Christmas (Lewis)…

Funny, that there is no place in-between…
We can be a statue of stone or alive with joy…
Do you know, that you were born to live in permanent light…
Yep, on the inside of joy.

I love you,

Annie