choose joy to be kind

 

it is moments like these where our hearts, our spirits

sit together and share our reminiscences, our sad,

our joy and hopefully we will focus on the nostalgia

of joy

 

for if the flower would hang out only when the mist

and grey hovered, its colors would not be as brilliant

its stem would not be as sturdy, and its stoma would

not flourish to feed the bees and birds

 

if the seas would wave, only, to the the moon at night

then the osprey would not soar and dolphins would

not jump, play and skip o’er glistening ocean white

caps under the gold rays of the sun

 

and so remember this moment of choosing joy in

lieu of the memory of misty grey for our choice will

grasp our hand and lead us, from this moment on,

toward kindness of our fellow ‘man’