Holy Joy - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher
- David Saunders

- Oct 13
- 1 min read

Holy Joy
My books breathe and glow about my rooms.
They have lifted me in a little valley
to a whiling away in Asia
and around the south and west and north
and on to now in treed New England.
My books bear the wild wonder of word –
a daily gift I take in chalice-like:
reverent, awed, inked, moving, and holy;
passages underlined and margin-lined
mystery-wisdom thrilling my thoughts.
If I may – a wish rises from my me
that a daughter or a son might look
upon these sacred paper pages
and find a holy joy to bless the mind
and honour the soul and offer love from me.
Ira Joe Fisher
Email: irajoefisher@gmail.com
Phone: 203-912-1457

Holy Joy - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher




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