Questions of Heart
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How does this pulsing in my skin,
Keep perfect tempo all these years,
Pumping blood from toes-to-ears,
Supporting the miracles within?
How does this organ in my chest,
Do SO much work while staying strong,
Yet make me feel, emote, and long ...
For things and people I like best?
How is it that a fist-sized heart,
Can wield a universe of love ...
And join another's like a glove,
Though beating half-a-world apart?
How is it that a heart of gold,
Can be debased with just a word,
Convert to malice undeterred ...
On one sad lie that it's been sold?
How is it that a change-of-heart,
Can make a difference in this life,
Embracing love instead of strife,
A sound example set apart?
Why is it that a heart's remade,
By one kind act of love or grace,
Or just a smile upon the face ...
Of someone who has come to aid?
A heart is more than just a beat,
It arbitrates in all we do ...
We ply it loving, false or true,
With others - kindred, cold, or sweet.
Our heart of hearts will take us far,
Still, pumping strong, it often breaks,
But every "why?" is just what makes
Us cherish each and EVERY scar ...
For those heartbreaks have made us ...
Who we ARE.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017