The Greater Joy - May 31, 2025

Gary Hunter
May 30
1 min read

when the mental and physical

exhaustion of being human becomes

too much, I wish I could slip on

a feathered outfit, finch maybe

and sleep away the day in a bush

then, if I was awakened by a bird

fluting a song it might make me

wonder - who has the greater joy

the one making music that

strums the heart

or the heart

which is strummed

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