So much beautiful ache here, Larry. I felt my own heart acknowledge the truth of "the language of the heart/is our native tongue" and "a world where love resides/in all the broken places." <3
Thank you Keith. You read and reflect with such an incisive and insightful eye and mind. As Nanci Griffith writes and sings “may our open hearts find rest.”
Thank you Lisa, and dear poet friends, for your kind and open hearts.
Heart-Land
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Winds blows quietly across the sand,
shifting shoreline constantly moving,
evolving coastline that holds my heart.
Across a terrain of fractured and fragmented hearts
the debris of a world flipped upside down.
Within a life’s landscape of broken hearts,
lie secrets scattered like jewels upon the sea;
Things seen and unseen,
words spoken and unspoken,
lies and truth blended into tomorrow’s dreams,
transformation caught between past, present and future
in the heart songs that will never be sung,
the wounds that may never heal,
the stories never fully told.
Can you hear this fragile heart beating?
Irregular rhythms, off beat cadence,
part organ, part mystical dance,
that I’ll never fully understand.
The language of the heart
is our native tongue
even in those moments
when the words won’t find their way.
A prayer rises on the dawn mist:
May our open hearts find peace
in a world where love resides
in all the broken places.
“Part organ, part mystical dance” - I love this, Larry! Thank you for sharing your beautiful heart with us.
Thank you Lisa, for your kind and open heart!
So much beautiful ache here, Larry. I felt my own heart acknowledge the truth of "the language of the heart/is our native tongue" and "a world where love resides/in all the broken places." <3
Thank you Keith. You read and reflect with such an incisive and insightful eye and mind. As Nanci Griffith writes and sings “may our open hearts find rest.”
Hauntingly lovely.
"Where love resides in all the broken places" yes!