I Saw the Daughters of Joy

by Lynn Michael Martin

I saw the daughters of joy today,
Dancing in the dew.
They shout and they tumble as they play
And call to me, “Who are you?”
I know not what to say, O,
I know not what to do.
For they shout and they tumble as they play
And call to me, “Who are you?”

I saw the daughters of love go by,
And fling their arms above,
They walk on the earth and hold the sky,
And ask me, “Which are you of?”
I knew not which was I, O,
I knew not which was love.
For they walk on the earth and hold the sky,
And ask me, “Which are you of?”

I heard the daughters of peace come,
Their footsteps falling light,
They bring my dearest, and lead her home,
And whisper, “It is right.”
And I am overcome, O,
And filled with such delight,
For they bring my dearest, and lead her home,
And whisper, “It is right.”


Lynn Michael Martin is slowly learning that he is not the center of the world.


Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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