O Delighted we go, with morning in our stride,
Light on the heart though roads stretch far and wide;
Not knowing all, yet willing still to move,
We trust the day will teach us how to prove.
Joy walks beside us, modest, unannounced,
In shared small laughs, in hopes that gently bounce;
It lives not loud, but steady in the chest,
A quiet yes to life, a chosen rest.
Through turns unsure and moments briefly slow,
Delight endures in how we choose to go;
Not free from care, nor spared the weight of doubt,
But rich in faith that meaning finds a route.
O Delighted we go, let this remain—
That joy is not the absence of all pain,
But grace that moves us, step by willing step,
Alive to wonder, awake, and kindly kept.
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