Joy Has a Heartbeat

  Today, I attended a baby shower that was soaked in happiness, laughter echoing, colors around the place, gifts wrapped in love, and eyes twinkling with hope for the little life on the way. There was something about that moment the stillness between joy and anticipation that instantly reminded me of William Blake’s “Infant Joy.”

  In just a few lines, Blake captures what many struggle to express in paragraphs: the purity of a newborn's soul. “I have no name / I am but two days old,” says the baby in the poem, and there’s something so powerful in that simplicity. It's not about identity or history yet just about being, and being joy.

  Looking at the glowing face of the mother-to-be today, surrounded by a whirlwind of celebration, I realized how beautifully Blake’s lines still resonate. She held her belly like one holds a dream fragile but full of promise. In her, I saw Blake’s “I happy am / Joy is my name,” come to life.

  There’s an innocence that only a child can bring a reset button on our rushed routines. That tiny heartbeat inside her is already changing lives, already bringing people together, already writing poems in the air.

  “Infant Joy” may be short, but it lingers. Just like this day will linger in my heart a moment when celebration met poetry, and both bowed in awe before the miracle of birth. As Blake believed, sometimes the deepest truths are sung not in sermons, but in the soft coo of a child, or the joyful chaos of a baby shower.

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