
I wrote a poem today inside my head,
It’s positivity chased dread.
It’s words uplifted and carried,
Those dreary thoughts that tarried,
And freed my mind to see,
The joy awaiting me,
In a new day,
Where I may,
Start new!
True?
Reverse Etheree/Rhyme

I wrote a poem today inside my head,
It’s positivity chased dread.
It’s words uplifted and carried,
Those dreary thoughts that tarried,
And freed my mind to see,
The joy awaiting me,
In a new day,
Where I may,
Start new!
True?
Reverse Etheree/Rhyme

Joy stealer entered
A visitor in the night
Left a bag of tears
Senryu
Psalm 30:5 says
“Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.”
But, what if joy doesn’t come in the morning? Wonder if more weeping and anxiety comes?
Well, since we know that God does not lie, we know God’s word is true. Therefore, if what He says is not happening we need to figure out why.
Why didn’t joy come in the morning?
Because the enemy stole it from us. The joy stealer struck in the night. He took our joy and left us in tears.
Jesus said in John 10:10 that : “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”
So, whoever this thief is, whether it’s the devil, our own flesh, the world, or a person, we can recognize that he’s a joy stealer, a thief that needs to be banished from our life. But how?
God’s word says His mercies are new every morning,
“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not, They are new every morning;…
Lamentations 3:22-23 NKJV”
So every morning we can choose to throw that bag of tears away from us, and reach out to grasp the joy that God brings us each morning by believing His word and claiming it.
And every night before we go to bed we can cover ourselves with the blood of Jesus and the Armor of God so that the thief will not be able to break in and steal from us anymore.

This little flower wasn’t in the garden of a queen,
Or even in a place where it might be seen,
Yet it was beautifully dressed,
Looking it’s best, as if blessed,
Bringing joy where it dwelt,
Sharing fragrance with any who smelt.
Oh that I, daily might try, to be
An affinity, in similarity.
Rhyme

Oh the joy your petals
Bring to a winter weary heart!
First rose of Springtime
Haiku

A small tear
Rolled down her cheek
None noticed
Except One
His big hand touched her cheek
Bringing tears of Joy
Shadorma
We challenge you today to write a poem in which something big and something small come together

Kindness is a flower
That blooms in a giving heart
It’s fragrance spreads
Reaching people far and wide
Bringing joy and hope to life
Tanka

The Sprouts of Spring, what joy they bring!
Monoku

The Angel of Happiness came
Whirling and twirling, and she
Sent fear and sorrow to hide.
Singing with heart full of joy,
Praising the Lord God above,
Dancing with arms open wide,
She showed me how to live,
In peace and sweet harmony,
At morning and eventide.
Ekphrastic

Twas just a morsel
The tiny seed that he found
Yet he sang for joy
For his heart was contented
And filled with godliness
Tanka
…godliness with contentment is great gain. 1 Timothy 6:6

Want to be happy?
The key to happiness is choice.
Make choices carefully.
Senryu