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May 26, 2009
12:14 AM to 2:10 AM
The heart beats on,
The rhythm of life,
Constant from birth to death.
With each pump,
Life is possible,
Life continues,
Life is lived.
A steadfast soldier that marches on,
Every moment, every second,
Every minute of every day.
The heart beats to live.
The heart beats to love.
The heart feels.
The heart serves one purpose,
To love and do no other.
It does not think.
It does not analyze.
It does not calculate.
It does not weigh the consequences.
The sight of a familiar face,
The familiar eyes, the familiar smile
Quickens the pitter patter of the fervent heart.
It yearns to love and be loved in return.
Yet disappointment comes, time and time again.
Questions, emotions, excuses, complications,
A whirlwind of reasons not to fall.
And yet time and again, the foolish heart stumbles.
The heart, once whole, then shatters.
The fragments scatter, never to be the same once more.
And this broken heart remembers.
The once excited pitter patter now grows faint.
It grows feeble, vulnerable in its weakened state.
Afraid to love again, barely beating, barely holding on.
Yet through the heart-wrenching pain
Of the profusely bleeding heart,
Through the downpour of tears,
Through the restless nights,
The heart beats on.
There’s only One who can mend.
Only the One can comprehend.
Only the One can gather the fragments together,
The remnants of broken dreams,
The debris of a future once painted so brightly,
And restore the heart, again whole and complete,
Now stronger, more intelligent, and a little less naive.
And though this once-broken heart remembers,
Recalls the crimes and offenses against it,
In time, the heart can’t help but to beat a little faster,
To move on, lesson learned,
To be wary but forgiving,
To be aware but open to love.
In time, another familiar face,
Another set of familiar eyes,
And a new and yet familiar smile
Will once again cause this once-broken,
Once-shattered, once-beaten heart
To quicken its pitter patter once more,
This time, for good.
12:14 AM to 2:10 AM
The heart beats on,
The rhythm of life,
Constant from birth to death.
With each pump,
Life is possible,
Life continues,
Life is lived.
A steadfast soldier that marches on,
Every moment, every second,
Every minute of every day.
The heart beats to live.
The heart beats to love.
The heart feels.
The heart serves one purpose,
To love and do no other.
It does not think.
It does not analyze.
It does not calculate.
It does not weigh the consequences.
The sight of a familiar face,
The familiar eyes, the familiar smile
Quickens the pitter patter of the fervent heart.
It yearns to love and be loved in return.
Yet disappointment comes, time and time again.
Questions, emotions, excuses, complications,
A whirlwind of reasons not to fall.
And yet time and again, the foolish heart stumbles.
The heart, once whole, then shatters.
The fragments scatter, never to be the same once more.
And this broken heart remembers.
The once excited pitter patter now grows faint.
It grows feeble, vulnerable in its weakened state.
Afraid to love again, barely beating, barely holding on.
Yet through the heart-wrenching pain
Of the profusely bleeding heart,
Through the downpour of tears,
Through the restless nights,
The heart beats on.
There’s only One who can mend.
Only the One can comprehend.
Only the One can gather the fragments together,
The remnants of broken dreams,
The debris of a future once painted so brightly,
And restore the heart, again whole and complete,
Now stronger, more intelligent, and a little less naive.
And though this once-broken heart remembers,
Recalls the crimes and offenses against it,
In time, the heart can’t help but to beat a little faster,
To move on, lesson learned,
To be wary but forgiving,
To be aware but open to love.
In time, another familiar face,
Another set of familiar eyes,
And a new and yet familiar smile
Will once again cause this once-broken,
Once-shattered, once-beaten heart
To quicken its pitter patter once more,
This time, for good.
I love this poem! So much wisdom expressed here! I resonate with the idea that the heart does not analyze or calculate but somehow remembers...and there is One invested in its capacity to function.
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