Joy My body is warm the sun is on it, I sit gazing into the sea tide coming in, ripples rushing, washing, swishing over silent sands. It’s my quiet place. Hovering up high the sun flickers on feathered friend skylarking. He sings his song then with folded wings he plummets from the sky. Moments pass till wings unfurl, he ascends to heights, I hear laughter in his song. I call out, “You that tease me so, go a little higher up, tell me what you see”. Farther into the blue he goes and calls to me, “My eyes feel the joy of Him who is coming, I sing His song of hope”. © Craig A. Roberts, 2019