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I Hold the Sacred Heart In My Hand

I  Hold the Sacred Heart in My Hand

I anger, I make a fist,
ready to throw ... but no.
My heart pride will not hold.
I humble my heart, I let love flow.
lt is love from the mightiest heart of all,
the heart I now hold in my hand.
I tighten my fist, the Sacred Heart.
I extend my pinky, the precious blood.
I touch my forefinger to my thumb, the crown of thrones.
I extend my thumb upward, the eternal flame.
I open my fist, the light of grace.
May it shine upon me.
Indeed, it has.

Copyright © Dick Tugwell | Year Posted 2022

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Paula Goldsmith Date: 6/23/2022 11:09:00 AM A wonderful write. Love your line, "I open my fist, the light of grace." Let in God's love/light. Have a great/blessed day.................. Login to Reply Dick Tugwell Date: 6/26/2022 3:26:00 PM Indeed, Paula, it can be overwhelming when you truly set aside the world and let that grace fill you. I am too easily distracted by this world to fully appreciate this as much as I should. But when I do ... -- DT

Andrew John Date: 6/23/2022 3:33:00 AM It's lovely to think of a sacred heart rather than a piece of muscle. So thank you! You see the muscular stuff when watching hospital dramas on TV. Good to think of "the mightiest heart", too. Nice poem, DT. Login to Reply Dick Tugwell Date: 6/26/2022 3:24:00 PM Thanks and you're welcome, Andrew. The mightiest heart, indeed. In fact it is overwhelming. -- DT

Mystic Rose Rose Date: 3/11/2022 12:59:00 PM When you open your fist and let grace shine through, miracles happen of their own accord, Nicely penned, thankyou for sharing, have a blessed day dear poet :) Login to Reply Dick Tugwell Date: 3/13/2022 6:26:00 PM Thank you for kind words, Rose. I am happy you enjoyed it. I read your poem about spring in the air. You mentioned a silver maple. The branches of my neighbor's silver maple overhangs our backyard. I watch it from our sunroom this time of year for the signs of buds, soon red, then the first bit of green peeking, and leafed out as we race towards May. -- DT