Joy Be Found by Danie Botha in On Reading & Writing Posted on 10/30/2018 05:00 AM A poem about letting go of hurts Following thespine of debris-line (time for showand tell: my life)clutching holy hurtsto bleeding breast,(each validated, labeled),filed for nocturnalresentment roasts(daily pity-parties)scowling the inces-sant sea erasing each(carefully placed)sand print left upona wounded world.Startled, stumbledI in shallow surf—these bastardlybirds swoopedfrom cyan skyscreeched at mystooped shadow(with glee!) flyingformation throughsalted spray daringme, the world, toreconsider: joy befound in simplethings, unshacklehurts, grant grace—the soul be givenwings•••Thank you for reading!© 2018 DanieBotha.com. All rights reserved.Image by Danie Botha. Get the prequel to my book Be Silent A calling can consume. It is one thing for a driven preacher to turn big game hunter. It’s an entirely different narrative when a wounded 2,200-pound bull is turned into a killing machine . . . Your FREE book is waiting!(What are YOU waiting for?) Name Required field! Email* Required field! SEND ME MY FREE BOOK! ➤ 0 Comments Add Comment Submit