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Friday, February 27, 2015

Our Hearts Burn

A special spark rises
from the sorrow of a burning heart.
Have you ever heard
how the sigh of a broken heart
touches the Beloved?”
― Rumi

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do not our hearts burn
as we read of brutality
and abuse?

do not our hearts burn
as we see the rich and powerful
abuse their riches and power
and oppress the poor?

do not our hearts burn
when people we love leave this life
and leave us
missing them?

lost love
lost hope

the sparks fly upward
to touch the heart of the Beloved
and shine

as many as the stars
are the sighs of the world

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