Art
Joy lives
Because life insists on joy —
the kind that comes from within,
from the divine spark
that burns in the heart.
Joy whispers —
It sings softly,
sometimes only from within,
like a secret
between the heart and time.
It hides
in the cracks of the morning,
in the smell of bread,
in a warm cup,
in laughter that slips out uninvited.
It is shy now.
Yet it has not gone.
It walks barefoot among the rubble,
gathering fragments of beauty
that the world has left behind.
It dwells in a gentle touch —
in the right word,
in an unhurried embrace,
in the gaze that says:
“I see you.”
And those who tend it…
even weary, even hurt,
shape a world
where life itself
is joyful defiance.
And in every place it lingers,
it kindles a flame
small,
but vivid and alive!
