The happiness I feel simply being there, often,
at bedtime, when I lie down,
or at night during a familiar moment of wakefulness,
has something freely given about it,
an impossible compensation for what I receive.
I call this the grace of joy,
forever asymmetrical,
a pure gift, with no connection to what came before,
Without connection to what will come after.
©FJ_Jan 2026
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