{"id":88,"date":"2019-11-07T09:56:00","date_gmt":"2019-11-07T09:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/07\/a-poem-for-thursday-56\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:03:37","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:03:37","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-56","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/07\/a-poem-for-thursday-56\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #56"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Photo by\u00a0<\/span>ian dooley<\/a>\u00a0on\u00a0<\/span>Unsplash<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

There is one simple criterion for me to choose a poem. Does it make enough of an impression for me to go back and read it again? And maybe again. This poem did that. I read it three times in a row.<\/p>\n

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.<\/i>
\nWith sadness there is something to rub against,<\/i>
\na wound to tend with lotion and cloth.<\/i>
\nWhen the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,<\/i>
\nsomething to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.<\/i>
\nBut happiness floats.<\/i>
\nIt doesn’t need you to hold it down.<\/i>
\nIt doesn’t need anything.<\/i>
\nHappiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,<\/i>
\nand disappears when it wants to.<\/i>
\nYou are happy either way.<\/i>
\nEven the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house<\/i>
\nand now live over a quarry of noise and dust<\/i>
\ncannot make you unhappy.<\/i>
\nEverything has a life of its own,<\/i>
\nit too could wake up filled with possibilities<\/i>
\nof coffee cake and ripe peaches,<\/i>
\nand love even the floor which needs to be swept,<\/i>
\nthe soiled linens and the scratched records…<\/i>
\nSince there is no place large enough\u00a0<\/i>
\nto contain so much happiness,<\/i>
\nyou shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you<\/i>
\ninto everything you touch. You are not responsible.<\/i>
\nYou take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit\u00a0<\/i>
\nfor the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,<\/i>
\nand in that way, be known.<\/i>
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\n<\/i>
\nSo Much Happiness<\/i>
\nNaomi Shihab Nye<\/p>\n

Brona<\/a> has shared an absolutely lovely poem this week.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0ian dooley\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash There is one simple criterion for me to choose a poem. Does it make enough of an impression for me to go back and read it again? And maybe again. This poem did that. I read it three times in a row. It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth. When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change. But happiness floats. It doesn’t need you to hold it down. It doesn’t need anything. Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to. You are happy either way. Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy. Everything has a life of its own, it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches, and love even the floor which needs to be swept, the soiled linens and the scratched records… Since there is no place large enough\u00a0 to contain so much happiness, you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible. You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit\u00a0 for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known. So Much Happiness Naomi Shihab Nye Brona has shared an absolutely lovely poem this week.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1757,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2547,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88\/revisions\/2547"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1757"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}