O-My Fragile Hart-O!

Life with a heart so fragile in His hands.

Month: April, 2014

Their Monologues

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The thing that has been—it is what will be again, and that which has been done is that which will be done again; and there is nothing new under the sun. – Ecclesiates 1:19

They believed they were novel.
Wishing upon stars
they thought nobody had wished upon before.
They hoped that dreams were barrier free.
Envisioning lives that were never promised to them.
Trying to possess worlds that already belonged to others.

“Who knows what the future holds?

Until they began to look into the faces of their own
to realize that these souls also,
in their sleep had seen things
wishfully thinking nobody had seen them before.
And as time passed them by
from places either above or below the clouds

“Who would have thought?” 

They say.

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Soft

Like wind

whistling its melody

swift but tender

into our ears

I sang your name

over

and over again

Like a mantra

my songs

my poetry

consists only

of your name.

I speak it.

I shout it.

I pause.

You:

My favorite poem.

My favorite song.

My most recited prayer.

I say it

When I wake,

before I sleep,

in distress

I whisper it

woefully

study it’s

immaculacy.