The Joy Chronicles--Part Four

. I Count It Joy When I Hear the mourning doves nestling side by side on the telephone line calling to each other with their throaty love words throbbing through the soft morning air... . I Count It Joy When I Hear my beautiful black horse nickering softly to me with his loving huh-huh-huh and large dark eyes in which his soul glows . I Count It Joy When I Hear the lonely train whistle yearning its way down the tracks clackety-clacking into my night from the hazy distance disappearing from my night into the hazy distance . I Count It Joy When I Hear a child at play laughing at the ball he tried to catch swinging on the swing set and shouting higher, higher jumping up and down in the mud puddle calling for Mom to join in running to Daddy coming home from work giggling Daddy Daddy Daddy . I Count It Joy When I Hear the voices in the river flowing by the words whispered by the wind the sound of rain pattering on the roof the sound of geese overhead returning through the miles . I Count It Joy When I Hear The Lord talking to me in the Bible God answering my prayers be it yea or nay Jesus speaking to my heart when my courage fails The small quiet voice of God during the day. . I Count It Joy When I Hear. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©February 14.2021 by Susan Williams