Found this poem in a Star Wars journal dated 11.06.06.
The sound of joy is a hearty laugh
or
a child's shriek of delight
or
a lover's contented sigh.
The sound of joy may take the form of a champaign cork popping and the following exhuberant applause erupting from a celebratory audience
or
the whooshing of a cape as the momentum of it's wearer's steps catches air against the ground.
Right now as the Autumn begins it's pageant towards Winter, there is joy to me in the shirring of wet leaves as passing cars drive over them.
In these things, the sound of joy is unmistakeable.
But joy's sound is not heard from just these things alone...
In fact, most often, the sound of joy is quite simply the crispness of every day sounds like birds in mid-day, foot steps against concrete, the coffee pot choking out it's last bit of steam, mundane things like these.
For when the jaw is set and the ears are particularly open to witnessing moments of every day, THIS is when the endless current of joy, which escapes so many, indeed may be heard!
The everyday quite ordinary sounds experienced through the ears of one whose jaw is set, whose determination towards a worthy goal has been previously established, THIS is when the sound of joy manifests in every blessed mundane detail of the star-kissed universe.
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