I HAVE FOUND SUCH JOY
by Grace Noll Crowell
I have found such joy in simple things; 
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor, 
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door.
 
I have found such joy in things that fill 
My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill, 
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase; 
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair, 
And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far 
For some elusive, feverish delight, 
That very close to home the great joys are: 
The elemental things--old as the race, 
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.
 
 
 
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