Friday, June 11, 2010

The Most Sacred Heart of Jesus

your heart chose to flourish

in a way that caught my attention.

how could I not be drawn in

by the draping of thorns? the wide

throbbing center of something so real?

if I look into your eyes, I forget

your finger, pointing to the center

of the sun.

you told me I was a worried seed,

too fickle to blossom, too flighty

to be a root vegetable.

could we bury your heart?

start a new world full of

trembling red light?

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