writings and poems of Joie Versaer Dantia

Hello, Dear Readers. If you happen upon my blog with the hopes of finding an earth-shattering poet or writer, you have come to the wrong place. I am none such person. However, I will attempt to give you a snap shot of my heart and soul, as it occasionally pours out with inkblots and scribbles. I wish to remain anonymous, as hearts and souls tend to be much more appealing without a name attached. However, if you must needs have a pen name, you may attribute these thoughts and poems to the name Joie Versaer Dantia which means "the abundant overflowing of joy and fresh air." And although, my heart (and therefore my writings) does not always reflect an abundance of joy; my soul, on the other hand, does, and will always remind my heart to breathe in as much joy and fresh air as is humanly possible.

05 February 2010

"Are you afraid...?"

"'Are you afraid to hold my wounded hand?' he asked.  'It's so ugly.'
'It is so beautiful,' she disagreed.
He held out his gentle hand.  She placed her little hand in his and was surprised to find that when his hand had closed around her own he had a healthy grip.
'Your hand is firm and strong.  God did not leave it broken long,' she said.
'He never does,' he answered."
~Calvin Miller
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