latent joy is that you snuggled under the rumpled covers of my sadness playing peek-a-boo with my madness latent joy is that you in the morning who finds me squinting your light burning away fog and fear hello yearning latent joy is that you unimpressed with anything less than the deep and real for you are more than a thing to feel latent joy is that you softly humming shyly awaiting a rose-kissed day when you bloom into Full Gaudete!
In a world and time where Deep Goodness and Genuine Joy can be difficult to access, may we invite, invoke, notice, and give thanks for every tiny shimmer. With love and rosiest blessings, Cheryl Anne
Cheryl Anne, This might be my favourite of yours ever! We sang Gaudete last evening and will sing it again this evening (I have the privilege of singing out the first Gaudete to begin the piece). I will think of this poem every time we perform/rehearse it, now.
Simply beautiful 💖🙏✨🌹