Joy
poem by Dave Morrison
Note from Dave: Friends, I am being given so much help and care from so many people that it makes me dizzy with gratitude. I offer this poem as small thanks.
Joy
What makes me
want to throw myself
at your feet?
I am no longer broken to that
degree, not desperate or
despairing or alone.
Almost the opposite;
my heart is not broken
but unbound, I am
burdened with blessings, sick
with love, if I weep it is because
it feels good, if I howl
it is so I can be heard above
the drums in my head, if my
hands are burned
it is because you have given me
the sun to hold.
(Lonely Life of Spies – JukeBooks 2009)
