Back in the 1990s I was putting out a small quarterly newsletter, called CANAQUEST Friendship Newsletter for Women. I always had a poem page and Mom F, being a lover of poetry, sent me a number of poems to include. Here’s one of them.
JOY
Shared by M. Forsyth
Fort Langley, British Columbia
The dwelling place of Joy has many doors,
To some they open on a mountainside,
A blackbird’s song, to other eager hearts,
Will have the power to fling the portals wide:
And moonlight, falling on a sleeping town,
Or beech leaves, crimsoning ‘neath autumn’s kiss;
A sunset, glorifying earth and sky–
A very precious golden door is this.
Night’s gift of stars, the scent of rain-swept fields,
The morning mist, and trees tossed in the wind;
None are so poor but that they may look up,
And in Joy’s house a little doorway find.
Author Unknown
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