Poem: The Shape of Happy

Happy is the morning light
Spilling gold, so soft and bright,
A quiet breeze that knows your name,
A heart alight without a flame.

It’s laughter echoing down a hall,
Barefoot dancing, no care at all,
The way a song can lift your feet,
Or strangers smiling when you meet.

It hides in mugs of steaming tea,
In skies that stretch eternally,
In books that take your soul to flight,
And stars that pierce the velvet night.

It’s not a shout, it’s not a show,
It’s gentle, like a river’s flow—
A steady pulse beneath the skin,
A whisper softly sung within.

Happy isn’t always loud—
It doesn’t need to please a crowd.
It lives in moments small and true,
And blooms when you are kind to you.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie