My joy returned home
after her restless
sabbatical with weeping warriors
dripping their dreams
into the leopard wide-oceans
panting to quench, a single thirst
This time my joy will be more
than the joy I remember …
I said my goodbye- too many times
to misery and company
the joy, I let you have
I wouldn’t want it back even if you paid me
My joy, shaved her head bald
after mommy, found out about her cancer
My joy, is a survivors’ joy
My joy, has danced with angels
said her prayers with the saints
shed her bread of tears with the ain’t’s
My joy, is shut up in my bones – like fire -joy
laughing, the good laugh, on the right side, my belly-ache
my joy holds me down til there -are no-more- rivers
Yes! “No more rivers to cross”
that’s my Joy
Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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