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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
December 6, 2025 at 4:00pm December 6, 2025 at 4:00pm
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Prompt:
"Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind" and "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—they are felt with the heart".
The quote "Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind" was written by American educator and author Mary Ellen Chase, while the second part, "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—they are felt with the heart," is famously by Helen Keller. These are two separate, beloved quotes often shared around the holidays.
Do you feel Christmas is a state of mind or has it fallen prey to commercialism? What do you think is the most beautiful thing in the world that can't be seen or touched?
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Just about everything has fallen to commercialism, Christmas among them. Yes, most holidays and relationships are a state of mind, in the first place.
To me, there isn't any one most beautiful thing that can't be seen or touched, but many. They hide behind our five senses and are more profound, enduring, and vital to us.
To begin with, there is love. It has no form, no hue, no texture. Yet, it can reshape worlds and people. It is what attaches parent to child, friend to friend, humanity to itself. It's the unsaid, silent understanding. It could be the gentle forgiveness. It could be a fierce protection of a loved one.
Then, there is joy, (Not me! ) as a burst of pure happiness, sometimes the result of love. It has a lightness of spirit that dances through us, with warmth, as if a soundless laughter.
In addition, what about hope and other virtues? Hope whispers and heals us with a strong belief in a better tomorrow or with the words, "This, too, shall pass!" Its beauty isn't in what hope is but what hope does.
Also, there is kindness that shows up arm in arm with charity, creating much good in our lives.
Then comes my favorite, which I--at times--lack, courage. Courage is not a shield or weapon, but the strength to face fear, speak the truth, and defend what is right.
Furthermore, there is that quiet sanctuary within us, the true peace. Not as an absence of conflict but, speaking for myself, an inner hush when my mind and spirit can get along well, and give me a quiet refuge inside.
I can almost argue that these unseen and untouchable beauties are more real than what we experience everyday through our sight and hearing. This is because we can only be aware of them through our souls, not our five senses. When we can do that, we may find that they are more real and fundamental.
If only we could look and feel, not only with our five senses, but also with our hearts and souls!
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