She Sang Her Joy

This poem tells a story I think many of us can relate to. The story of how social exclusion, rejection or disapproval can cause us to hide or push down our authentic expression. In doing that, maybe we find more love and acceptance in the world, but inside we wither and feel less alive. But it’s also the story of reclaiming that authentic expression later in life and the joy of that homecoming. I hope you enjoy it!

Transcript

She'd wake up in the morning, When she was just a girl. She'd fling the curtains open wide and sing praises to the world. She'd praise the pretty flowers, The cows grazing in the field. She lived in joy and harmony. She knew God's love was real. Everywhere she went she sang the good song of her heart, Always full of gratitude from sunrise until dark. But as she left her girlhood, She noticed something strange. Some people didn't like her joy and she began to feel ashamed. It started out so slowly. She'd hide it here and there. She'd feel the urge to sing her love, And then remember to take care. She entered into adulthood. The years had rolled on by, And with every year that trundled past she felt less and less alive. She knew she had to change something, Reclaim the joy within. But with years of pushing it away, She didn't know where to begin. Until a day, Not long ago, When she was feeling low, A voice rose up from deep inside and said, I'll never let you go. The tears streamed down the woman's face as she felt a spark ignite. She wept all night in gratitude to feel the glory of God's light. From that moment onwards, Nothing kept her down. She knew her joy was sacred so she cast aside all doubt. She sang her joy at daybreak, She sang her joy at noon. She sang her joy as darkness fell and she sang it to the moon. She'd wake up in the morning, Now a woman, Fully grown, And she'd fling the curtains open wide, So happy she'd come home.

Reviews

Yes 🙌🏻 the joy of coming home… within! 💜beautiful!

Excellent. I remembered a dream I had about my true self. I was standing on the top of a bridge like overpass I was filled with love and compassion and as people walked by me. I knew they were troubled but I didn’t hear any individual. I just emanated love and compassion

Brilliant poem and awesome reminder that joy is within and no need to hide it!

Thank you for sharing this wonderful meditation/story.
It comes at a time when I am remembering and resurfacing
the joy of life from within.✨🙏🏾

I love this poem! Just what I am feeling today 💕😻 thank you 🙏
I remember that little girl 💫I will keep singing and shining. I felt a higher power last night and I could hardly sleep …crying happy tears to come home to the love (god) within. Bookmarked and recommended!