Drink deeply from the cup of delight, friends, for it is a gift from the Father. Earth is a fertile playground for mortals.
Let the kite string out farther.
Dance the last song.
Wait for the encore.
Pick the first daisy.
And dance in the rain.
Dance even, in the mud puddles.
Make a mess.
Buy the box with 64 crayons.
Then, color the sky in cotton-candy or electric-lime.
Pay good attention.
For delight is under your nose,
or in your arms,
or thump-thump-thumping inside your chest.
And yes, this post-Eden world groans with agony.
I know the pain of loss, and how
Rancor tries to dim the bright presence of God.
But His fountain still flows.
His Light still shines.
He is here. Alleluia. He is here. Amen!
And I want to know his delight by heart.
I want to memorize joy
So I remember what it tastes like on the darkest days.
Sometimes, the old saying goes, life hands a person lemons.
Or maybe an orange or a grapefruit.
Let’s squeeze every last drop of delight out of it.
And add a little sugar.
And may we’ll see our worlds transformed by
delights of our Maker.
Writing in community with The Gypsy-Mama today, who gives us a one-word Prompt and Five Minutes to write about it. Her word this week: DELIGHT.