My Stony Heart
My spirit was filled
with an abundance of love,
when my stony heart
was healed of its bitterness.
Just as the eagle rises
like prayer above,
my spirit was filled
with an abundance of love.
Some things so pure
they’re difficult to speak of,
like nail-pierced hands,
with love,
held out in faithfulness.
My spirit was filled
with an abundance of love,
when my stony heart
was healed of its bitterness.
* Note: A triolet with broken lines.
Copyright © Jessica Renee Dawson | Year Posted 2026
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