Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Sunday, June 10, 2012

how does it feel to be a heart

How does it feel to be a heart?

I sometimes think I do not know my own heart
But I know how it feels

At times my heart is full
And it smiles
When I feel connected to a friend
Or someone I love

At times it feels like it is empty
Incapable of holding and sustaining life

What is the heart?
The seat of life?
The life force?

Is it really another name for that which defines me?
That which drives me
And makes me who I am?

I sometimes wonder if I know how to give from my heart
When it is empty
It only wants to receive
To be filled…..

But in reality
Nothing can fill my heart
If it does not give
If it is not given
To God
To another

To all others

Lord teach me to love
Teach my heart
That I might be
In the lives of others

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