Heart of mine
Heart of mine, be a dark rose
pleasing in scent and shade;
an anchor around which
my puttering boat circles;
a house left to seed, wisteria
growing through every crack;
the fruit of a cactus,
a beast of burden, caked with sweat and dust;
a banked fire under soil and snow,
a valley floor below the mountain ridges;
heart of mine, become a flame
to devour this crumbling dream of self.
O child of God, you belong to the Beloved,
Who will shape your heart as He pleases.
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