What greater word is there Than joy? What greater feeling, what greater love? What greater message? What brighter light? Not even shining Pelican Bay sand, not even sparkles on Crooked Lake, Not even the freezer light on my childface when I find, again, always, the yellow box of chocolate chip cookies. No greater light than joy, Nourishing and raising up Us rascal flowers running in grass, Broad trees making blue pianos and strummed guitars, Raspberries and blueberries and strawberries of sweetest sorts. No greater light than joy to wake us up to our brightest days. Make me a sunflower So I may continually watch and follow That never-tiring, never-fading, ever-beautiful light In this glorious, ridiculous, radiant garden of family That Joy built. By golly. Let us be Joyous.