Sunday, October 11, 2009

What if this heart

What if this heart
that lies at the center of being
were left untended;
given no air to breathe,
no blood to pump,
no love to share?
Would the holes
through which all love and life
were born to flow
begin to calcify,
and then,
no longer flexible,
be gradually eaten away,
still beautiful
but hard and empty as a stone?

Help me remember to breathe;
remind me,
in the breathing,
to bring my focus back where it belongs:
to You.

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Your poetry is lovely and inspirational to me in my own writing.

Maureen said...

What an image!

And a beautiful poem.

Katherine W. said...

Mom, are you okay? Or are you just speaking from these photographs? said...

I'm fine, just working on retreat planning. How are you? How was your weekend?