Why does it happen?

A man woke up this morning
The sunlight in his eyes
His heart was full
A song on his lips
A twinkle in his eye

Why is this man happy?

In another place a child lays down to sleep
On the hardened soil that is
The floor of his house
He is hungry
He is weak
But his soul is free

Why is this child happy?

Two girls share an apple
Each taking a bite in turn
They share secrets and stories and love
As they walk the street together
To the middle school they attend

Why are they happy?

Each moment of life we are presented
With various stimuli
Some are good
Many are not

But what we do with that moment
Is up to us

Why are you happy?

Comments

Joy and Dennis said…

Excellent question...Why am I happy? First, I guess, because it is just my own personal nature. I am just a happy person, even I suppose in the darkest of times. But I guess the question for me would be What makes me happy? Or Why am I happy?.....family,friends,love,the knowledge I have that my Father is real and He cares about me....

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