I hear joy. It comes from downstairs, in the school room. Mother and daughter laughing together as daughter reads her first sentences.
I hear joy in the land of pretend as daughter number two plays in the hallway, content to be alone in the wonder of her imagination.
I hear joy as baby-baby walks from room to room clopping her Wellies, jibber-jabbering to no one in particular.
I hear joy in the verse of Coleridge
Return pure Faith! return meek Piety!
The kingdoms of the world are yours; each heart
Self-governed, the vast family of Love
Raised from the common earth by common toil
Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights
As float to earth, permitted visitants!
When in some hour of solemn jubilee
The massy gates of Paradise are thrown
Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild
Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies
O the passion rising from the uncommon voice and the yearning heart of the poet, of you and of me.
I hear joy as the wind funnels by in a midnight rush--I ride my bike home beneath cold sky and singing stars--O, the joy!
I hear the joy in the smiles of new friends as new thoughts stir imagination, as story forms in the mind's eye, finding substance in words and drawings on the page.
We bend, do we not? Beneath the quake of common toil. And yet we find how bending brings joy just as water smooths the stone. Our daily friction curving and carving our lives into the stones that color the water, that tumble the creeks, that rapid the rivers in a joyous cacophony of magnificence.
We run and shimmer.
We, of the Kingdom's land.
We, of the joyous land.
Tim's authored four books, including Shine So Bright, a children's Christmas story, and is finishing his first novel. He and his wife, Christine, co-founded The Edges and are writing a book they hope will inspire married couples to stick together no matter what.
Tim lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with Christine and their three pixie-daughters. Sign-up here to follow their work.