9 October 2012

9 October 2012
I could have my heart silenced
 Frozen, apathetic
 Not to think,
 Not to feel.

But I would suffer all
 the more for it.
My heart, my heart
- For it would then
  have to hold all
when it cannot.

So I bring my heart
 filled, heavy,
  laden,
and against my own
 inclination,
I incline it and
pour out all of my heart
at Your feet.

  You gaze
at my lowered head,
the spilled heart
and with Your hand,
You reach out
 and right it,
then into my heart,
 fill it
with the light of joy.