Slow Joy

Its not that our hands
Weren’t scarred,
Or our burdens not
Nor our path not
Its that we found
Reasons for joy
Along the way-
Things we refused
To neglect
Small sparks
We insisted on fanning
Into flame.
Joy came slowly
But it came.
Not quite as expected
Yet undeniably palpable.
Some of the best joys
Come slow
Like a hard-earned
Giggle from an infant
Or a long awaited betrothal
Finally taking place.
Joy came slowly
But its sweetness
Makes it worth the wait.


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