The heart of the circle
Born into a realm where a childish heart
is soon crushed as a matter of course,
sewn up and packed back down
to function brokenly in the name of wisdom,
You’ve come again to sever the sewing
for each of us 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 an intrusion,
busying themselves with worldly affairs,
opting for fear over pain,
insularity over vulnerability
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.
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