The heart of the circle

The heart of the circle                                                                                      
 
Born into a realm where as a matter of course
a childish heart is soon crushed, sewn up
 
and packed back down in the chest just as it is
to function brokenly in the name of wisdom,
 
You’ve come again to sever the threads and let it bleed.
To accomplish, if not the restitution of innocence,  
 
the hearkening of each heart back to its beginnings.
Our minds reject such counsel, opting
 
for fear over pain, insularity over vulnerability
and busy themselves with worldly affairs,
 
while hearts, in ones You have directly touched,
begin a slow, planetary revolution toward
 
and around You, the center of existence,
the unbroken heart of the circle.
 
O child of God, the mind gives way to worry
and the heart bears thus much needless woe.