A Splash of Joy

From the WordPress archive….

Today, I am full of joy.
I’m running in the family lake.
Although I will be dripping wet,
the chilling air doesn’t worry me.

I have friends here this summer.
When I see them smile, I laugh along.
We share secret thoughts in confidence.
We can find humor in the smallest things.

I smile as the jokes cross my mind again.
When I remember the hard times,
I’m glad they’ve gone away.
I jump in with another splash of joy.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: Claytor Lake State Park. By Virginia State Parks [Image License]

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A Forest of Light

When I am happy, I walk in a forest of light.
The leaves flutter in a gentle breeze.
The trails are ready for me to explore.
This vision comes to me when I need it.
It’s a way to know that I am home.

In my forest, its seedlings stretch tall.
In the spring, their roots grow strong.
Their leaves come but for a time.
I rake my yard during chilly fall afternoons.
I pile the leaves to turn them to mulch.

At home, what I find is love.
A cradling hand keeps me safe.
My hope comes from above.
I can stay here and never cry.
I am where I belong today.

William Wayne Smith


Original image: You hear the breeze whispering through the trees. By Kirk K [Image license]

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Bright

The bright moment of sunrise
flowed over the landscape
with a surge of strength and power.

The day began as the last had ended:
full of beauty; full of grace.
Instead of flooding the valley,
the rain nourished the soil.

I didn’t know how to take the light,
I have been gradually adjusting to its love.

Now my days are full of joy and friendship.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: Breezy Sunrise. By Un-Alien-able [Image License]

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A Black Storm

After the black storm I lost my peace.
Days came and went and I could not rest.
I lost the will to take a single pace forward.
Days came and went, life was dark as night.

I was in a vast wasteland alone.
Every day I wanted to escape my life.
Every night I lost my hope once again.

One morning I saw a new light.
I started a new cycle.
I am starting over, full of joy.
My burdens are lighter now.
I no longer struggle alone.

Now the storm is over.
I have lost that paralyzing fear.
I will remember this if the storm returns.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: Storm Coming by Cam Miller [Image license]

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