Covert Joy
I love words, images, and music that stir the heart and soul. This space is a collection of quotes, images, music, and poetry I’ve discovered across the web—each one moving me in its own way. I claim no credit for any content unless otherwise noted. These pieces were found on various platforms including Pinterest, Facebook, Google, and other online sources. If any content shared here belongs to you and you would prefer it not be included, please contact me and it will be removed. ♬ ♬ -▲= ♬
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
Sealing your old life away for good.
Monday, April 13, 2026
Never forget the people who built the country you live in today.
Sunday, April 12, 2026
Dailey & Vincent sing "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder"
Saturday, April 11, 2026
Always in their heart
Friday, April 10, 2026
Thursday, April 9, 2026
Ode to Spring
Spring will arrive.
Spring is coming.
Spring feels late…
and now—Spring is here.
Oh joy, Spring is here.
The rain has come,
and the grass turns
an Irish shade of green.
The crisp morning air reminds us
Spring is still new, still tender,
while the sun whispers
how warm it can be.
The birds come slowly—
one, two,
then whole families gathering,
searching for worms
in the Irish green grass.
The trees hold tiny buds,
full of quiet promise;
some will bloom into soft florals,
others into bright,
tender green leaves.
Spring is here,
and the earth is awakening
to all the things I love.
Oh joy…
Spring is here.
Above is a Slightly more lyrical version.
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Gently Refined:
Spring will arrive.
Spring is coming.
Spring is late.
Spring is here—
oh joy, Spring is here.
The rain has come,
and the grass turns an Irish shade of green.
The crisp morning reminds us
Spring is still fresh.
The sun reminds us
how warm it can be.
The birds come in slowly—
one, two,
then whole families
searching for worms
in the Irish green grass.
The trees hold tiny buds;
some will bloom into beautiful florals,
and some into bright green tender leaves.
Spring is here,
and the earth is awakening
with the things I love.
Oh joy,
Spring is here.
Wednesday, April 8, 2026
We come here with nothing
We come here with nothing
And we leave with nothing.
From birth to death, everything
is a gift.
Each person that passes our way
friend or foe, each comes with the
gift of learning.
Learning how to love, learning how
to set boundaries and learning how
to let go.
Throughout our journey we develop
grace, empathy and acceptance
and we learn to let go of hate,
as it's too heavy to carry.
Our natural state is love.
We came through love and
we return to love ...
C.E. Coombes
Art via Etsy
Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook





