2025-06-17

 Let It Produce Joy

Do anything—

But let it sing

With laughter’s golden thread;

Let every task, each humble thing,

Bring light where shadows spread.

If you must sweep, then sweep with glee,

And let the dust dance in the sun;

If you must toil, let spirit free—

Find music in the work begun.

Paint not for praise, but for delight,

Cook not for show, but taste and cheer;

Let every step, both day and night,

Be guided by what draws you near

To joy—a spark, a secret fire,

A gentle warmth in all you do.

Let duty bow to heart’s desire,

And meaning blossom, bright and true.

For life is brief, its moments fleet,

And sorrow waits for no one’s call;

So let your hands and heart repeat:

Let joy be woven through it all.

Do anything—

But let it grow

A garden laughter can employ;

Let every act, both fast and slow,

Be rooted in the soil of joy. 

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