my heart is full of poetry.

wishes wished, dreams dreamed.

my heart is keeping a diary of beats
skipped in the name of love.

my heart is aching for truth
and searching for peace.

deep in the night when given in to sleep, my heart keeps watch until the morning sun calls me awake into a brand new day.

my heart has been carefully woven
threaded with the Master's touch.

wondrously made yet easily broken.

worn on the sleeve or held away where none can see,
it will carry me fast
unto the last.

in the number of days, appointed.
until then my heart will remain
full of poetry.

01/15/2002

Posted on 01/15/2002
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