Jenny Kissed Me, and the Greatness of Small Moments

It’s funny what you think about early in the morning.  I was following somewhat random links this fine morning, and wound up at a blog where the writer was musing over life and printed this poem that I always rather enjoyed.  It’s one of those poems that may not have tremendous depth, but anyone who has ever been surprised by the sudden expression of joyful emotion, who has ever been unexpectedly kissed, knows what’s in the poet’s heart.
It occurred to me that this poem encapsulates a simple truth: Life is about moments, the small ones far outnumbering the momentous ones, and as a whole, making up the greater part of any life.  Finding meaning, finding joy in small moments celebrates this truth.  While all experience surely blends into one great arc of life, the simple joys of the unexpected kind are the mortar that secures it all.  One fleeting expression may nurture a spark of joy in an otherwise hapless circumstance.  And in the end, a human touch will calm a troubled soul far more than memories of great achievement, or anxiety over things not realized.


Jenny Kissed Me

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

                              –James Henry Leigh Hunt


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