We find joy when we resist the urge to conform
When we resist the desire to be like everyone else for the sake of fitting in
When we resist the feeling of failure because we have not yet achieved
Or because our achievement is a failure by someone else’s definition of success
When we resist the voice in our ear that tells us we are not enough
When we resist the voices judge, condemn and convict
When we resist the forces that bind, constrict, limit and block
We find joy when we look for Grace in the smallest spaces
In the most humble of surroundings
In the tiniest flutterings of light
Amidst a pervasive darkness
That poaches, encroaches and seeps
But cannot shut out the flickering of light that is Joy
Darkness always fades to light
Light always shines through
It resists the covering
It evades the shadows
Resistance is the secret of joy
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