Dear Heart

Dear Heart: My Dear, dear heart you have done well, surviving all these years of hell, the pain, the loss and misery of lives and loves cherished by me. During my seasons, you carried the bags, spirit asunder in sackcloth and rags. Just kept saying, “Get up from the floor.” Just kept beating, “life has more, life has more….” In every challenge, you have shown no strength diminished but faith grown. Where chambers deep, life tried to scar, a cleansing blood did all harm bar. Your sinus rhythm to the Father beats victoriously, as wisdom speaks, with favor fashioned in all ways to withstand these dangerous days. Dear heart you are my valentine, maturing with a spirit divine, possessing precious peace within, your valves not weak, floppy or thin. And now, it’s not for me you grieve, but for others who badly need your strength that has remained so true. Please lose my bags. There’s work to do. With Sincere Respect, Owner 1/28/2023 Favourite poem from January 2023 or February 2023 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward