Ode To Joy
I attended a graduate class last night at Belmont University. It was a blessing, to be among other adults who love words. I entered, not knowing what an "ode" was and left loving the "ode" so much that I wanted to try my hand at crafting one. I learned last night how every writer indeed has a voice and each has their own beauty that no one can copy. We are all unique, by creation and then by experience. Each voice has value for it speaks about a life lived --worthy to be heard. So here is my first ode: (Unbelievable Joy by phantastes on deviant art) Not happiness-- That charading counterfeit Of pleasure, which we Lust for. Hypocritical and proud, Aware only of yourself-- Subtly irritable, Fickle Given over To circumstances in sight. This World Cares Choked Unfruitful. Oh, to joy! Absolute surrender Self-sacrificing offered For the One, Who sent Him to do. Who for joy, He endured the cross. And we--you and me-- What can we do Any le