Rise!
Wake up to the yawn of
the world outside, where the
darkness bows to the morning.
Hear the sparkling song of
the birds and see the daffodils
bend with the whisper of the
awakening wind and their
trumpets announce the bursting
day. Feel the cool wash of an April
morning and the warm virgin
sunlight cupping the gentle
curve of chap and cheek.
Listen!
Joy begins as a seed in the
blossoming of each new day.
It unfolds with the day, exploding
out from the centre like a universe.
And if we are still, really still,
we can hear its rare music —
the miracle and magic of the day.
It sings a song of the forest and
the field and the lake. Can you hear
the wind speak to the trees,
the fox yelp to the grass, the
children laugh to the sky?
A chorus of rejoicing!
Sing!
We can rejoice too, for we are
alive to see the startling lawn
of the world around us, and
it becomes the landscape of our
days and years. And we can sing,
too, a psalm that has
no language but
joy!
About this Poem
Michael McCourt is a high school Music and English teacher here in Kingston. His writing has been published at Every Day Fiction, Green Ink Poetry and Paddler Press. You can find more of his writing at Confessions of a Part-Time Writer.
Joy Journals
Jason Heroux is interested in seeing what your "joy journal" looks like. What sort of images and moments and memories would be in there? Please send an example of a page from your joy journal to poetlaureate@cityofkingston.ca with the words "Joy Journal" in the subject line. It can be a poem, a list, a paragraph ... anything you like. A few submissions may be selected to appear as upcoming posts on the Poetry Blackboard.