Saturday, April 18, 2015

When the human heart stops

When the human heart stops                                                                         

Maybe it all comes down
to the difference between noun

and past participle,
when the human heart stops

wanting to be loved
and starts wanting to be love

the flame itself, the origin and receptacle.
So much mischief in that one consonant

like the hair’s breadth of Buddhism
or the difference in capitalization – self v. Self

or Saint Francis
barefoot in the snow,

the flame feeding upon everything
until there is only flame, only love.

O child of God, prod and stoke the crumbling fire
of your bitter, hard, tenacious self.

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