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Lyrics of Joy

ByMoyo Okediji

Title: Lyrics of Joy

Medium: acrylic on canvas

Date: 2018

Where art you joy

that we all seek you

and find you not?

Joy is in eating less,

and eating carefully, simply.

Joy lives in giving more,

and consuming little.

Joy is inseparable

from compassion, kindness

and empathy. Joy

and love are Siamese

twins, of the same

seed and common sire.

Joy is in curbing desire

in cherishing the lowly,

the weak, and defenseless.

Joy listens, waits,

is patient. Joy does not

trouble. Joy cares, nurtures:

joy, hidden, abides inside of you.

Bring out joy,

offer it to others.

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