July 14, 2015

JOY

Joy, not an itch, nor a flood, 

not the ocean running towards

the shore - but maybe the sun
rising or slipping into the ocean.

Joy, it’s the key turning in the lock,

the garage door opening - the

knowing another is content in being

home. It’s seeing a daughter on her

graduation day or her wedding or a

child taking her first step or playing his

first varsity game and he made the

key play and the coach congratulates

our son. We won! And the feeling

leaning back into a chair: "It was 

all worth it. It was all worth while."

© Andy Costello Reflections, 2015