A bit of happiness,
only a fragment of what
I thought it should be.
for more, but
I’d rather search for more
and have a bit
than to have never known
Maybe it is the only particle
I will ever receive,
and that’s fine.
A glimmer of happiness
is better than living
To feel that spark
is better than to never
feel it at all.
via Daily Prompt: Crumb
“Happiness can exist only in acceptance.”
– George Orwell
“Consensus does not always work in a crisis. You must have the courage to move forward.”
-Safra Cruz (Co-CEO of Oracle)
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling,
Tho’ to the bough the rusty leafage clings;
Now on the elm the misty buds are swelling,
See how the pine-wood grows alive with wings;
Blue-jays fluttering, yodeling and crying,
Meadow-larks sailing low above the faded grass,
Red-birds whistling clear, silent robins flying,–
Who has waked the birds up? What has come to pass?
Last year’s cotton-plants, desolately bowing,
Tremble in the March-wind, ragged and forlorn;
Red are the hill-sides of the early ploughing,
Gray are the lowlands, waiting for the corn.
Earth seems asleep still, but she’s only feigning;
Deep in her bosom thrills a sweet unrest.
Look where the jasmine lavishly is raining
Jove’s golden shower into Danae’s breast!
Now on the plum the snowy bloom is sifted,
Now on the peach the glory of the rose,
Over the hills a tender haze is drifted,
Full to the brim the yellow river flows.
Dark cypress boughs with vivid jewels glisten,
Greener than emeralds shining in the sun.
Who has wrought the magic? Listen, sweetheart, listen!
The mocking-bird is singing Spring has begun.
Hark, in his song no tremor of misgiving!
All of his heart he pours into his lay,–
“Love, love, love, and pure delight of living:
Winter is forgotten: here’s a happy day!”
Fair in your face I read the flowery presage,
Snowy on your brow and rosy on your mouth:
Sweet in your voice I hear the season’s message,–
Love, love, love, and Spring in the South!
How can you fly
when your wings are shackled
How can you see your goals
when you are blinded by
When will you realize
you deserve the world
and for all your dreams
to come true?
– J. S. Atkins
I know I haven't been very understanding,
Bear with me.
I want to be a mirror of empathy.
To not just reflect on how you feel,
But to truly feel it,
And know the misery you've experienced.
I want to be able to smile as bright as you did
When you felt on top of the world.
The lows, I will not neglect those.
Take the words of your stories,
And tie my wrists together with them.
Let the tales of suffering burn me
And let the tales of bliss heal me.
Please, just trust me,
To be vulnerable.
Let me help you up when you reach the bottom
And rejoice with you when you reach the top,
As you have done for me.
It is now my turn to be there for you.
– J. S. Atkins