Matters of the Heart

Another heart poured out before the altar of sacrifices,

Torn.

Cold.

Empty.

“Heart of stone,” I plead “beat again.”

So, out of my chest the heart fell too heavy on the ground and shattered.

With tears in eyes, slowly I went to console the fallen heart.

Lifeless,

laid in pieces.

We had been through so much together,

A giddy gallop and a few skips over the edge was too far.

It was too far for this heart to travel.

I told my heart we could make it;

That the shadow of Love would be enough to restore the more that it so desired.

“This could be the answer,” I promised as we trekked along in the land of the dead.

And now here I stood beside my heart, crippled with fear,

Mute.

For the first time in years I cried; my pitiful heart laying there alone on the ground.

Ashamed.

Guilty .

I killed it.

I let it go hard and heavy in my chest,

Stenosed and useless to me.

No longer the vitality of my soul,

This heart believed the deception I thought was sustenance.

I cried for myself; my ribs no longer held in a heart.

Like an open cage, I had left my heart unprotected.

Hiding behind a wall

With a hole in my chest.

Paralyzed.

Disabled.

Staring at a heart that would never beat again.

Just as the blue began to tinge my naked finger tips, as my world slowly shook side
to side.

Unsteady,

I wobbled to the only person I had ever seen in the land of the dead that wasn’t
dead.

But I couldn’t reach Him, I felt warmth radiate from His being but I new that I was
unworthy.

Once He came to me but I couldn’t look Him in the eyes for too long.

I was sure that He would never be back.

But, I sensed Him returning.

I sensed His warmth.

And there He stood, The One who died to the living to live with the dying.

“Those pieces are mine,” I argued as He stole my heart.

And for the first time I looked at the eyes of the man and

As I looked into His eyes I saw the reflection of my broken heart scattered across
the world like pieces of sand,

at that moment I saw the heart of the Creator.

Warmth surged to the tips of my fingers and toes,

the hole in my chest closed.

Whole.

And my chest became a door.
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A new door that I could open and close; a door with a constant knocking,

Lub dub lub dub

And every beat was the constancy of His yearning for me.

“Until we meet again, beloved.”