My heart yearns and wonders if heaven is watching
this awkward gait of feet of clay,
skin wrapped around a soul redeemed…
made from here but not FOR here and
hot glue gunned in place by gravity.
My heart yearns and wonders if heaven is watching
me try to peel back a layer
– just one layer –
so the Light can get in.
While always dancing at the edges
of each and every day-to-day
it glitters
and I see it from
the corner of my eye.
Surely I am not the only one who knows
some days, that now
– on this side of the cross –
her heart can hold so much more
than what is offered here…
this dark called light
which merely glows as embers fade to black.
I still my racing heart
to pause and listen.
Silent prayers breathed into space;
bursting with possibilities
as Light shines
into dusty corners
that I can only dream of reaching on my own.
My here-on-earth heart yearns for heaven
and not just the by and by version.
My heart yearns for heaven
that glitters
at the edge
of each and every day-to-day…
There are days I know this heart can hold so much more.
Surely mine is not the only one.
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