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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