Joy (II)

“Joy is one of the best safeguards against temptation. The devil is a carrier of dust and dirt and he uses every opportunity to throw what he has at us. But a joyful heart protects us from this dirt. That is because Jesus is there in our joy. Jesus takes full possession of our soul when we surrender to him joyfully. ” ~ Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

Throwing Joy

Our house is built with bricks
our babies hold together

they make the mortar
by being present

with hearts, souls, bodies, and minds
they mix our love with light

and it is through them we see
and choose each other nightly, daily,

hour by hour,
minute by minute

we watch the dirt collect in corners, on ledges,
beneath beds, in the dark

light comes in waves
and darkness undulates

until we’re able to choose the lamp
that keeps burning even when we can’t see it

it shines through those young eyes,
and we know joy,

and joyfully we choose bricks
of hope and healing

that shelter us through all that rain
we’ll throw joy at the storm seeping through the pain.

Joy (I)

“A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love. Joy is not simply a matter of temperament, it is always hard to remain joyful — all the more reason why we should try to acquire it and make it grow in our hearts.” ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

 

I will dig in the clothes

I will dig in the clothes
making a hole where the whites used to be

and before I step away
more will fill it in falling from the chute

the little hills and mountains
forming and eroding on the basement floor

sand castles and moats on the beach
I dig through the onsies, t-shirts, shorts

looking for the shells and sparkling jewels
of holiness searching

remembering that sometimes it takes a good walk
along the shore before stumbling upon

the most precious pieces of secrets
and, too, upon turning,

and walking back,
the treasure pops right out of the ground

under our feet –
service –

that kind of sand and those pounding waves
polish any dull and rough rock

on the basement floor –
toys thrown down the chute

decorating the dirty laundry like shells
on the seaweed-strewn beach

left by life, love,
and the undulating tide.