I Saw the Daughters of Joy by Lynn Michael Martin I saw the daughters of joy today, Dancing in the dew. They shout and they tumble as they play And call to me, “Who are you?” I know not what to say, O, I know not what to do. For they shout and they tumble…Lynn Michael Martin: I Saw the Daughters of Joy — The Curator
I can’t quite explain exactly why, but I love this poem. A lot. Enough that I am resharing it on here.