Hearts

for the small

Ball of muscle

in our chests

that can comfort

the crushed in Spirit

whilst containing the Cosmos

and be crushed

by catastrophic circumstances

and claustrophobic choices

and seemingly impossible

Hopes not realized

and impassible barriers

not transcended yet

proves to Be

insatiable in resiliency

perpetually pumping Life

in surging streams

through increasingly opening

veins and reviving

imaginations through exponentially

expanding minds sustaining

visions of possible

Incarnations of Life

improbable in coherency

yet unimaginable in brilliancy

maintaining its buoyancy

even when cracking apart

in unbearable agony

battling through the remorses

aching to cease it

rattling with the Forces

seeking to release it

transcendently thumping away

as We are

prattling through another

imminently daunting Day

reminding us that

however out of sorts

and out of time

we may feel

we are always

within the Eternal Rhythm

of the Real

making our moves

to the Sacred Groove

of the Divine Dance

and however haunting

the distance between

our ordinary lives

and our extraordinary

dreams may be

we remain as close

as the next Beat

in our chests

from that small

Ball of muscle

(even as the pain

from the supposedly unattainable

roars from the rough

and remote shores

of the wild and

Wondrously untamable Sea)

with the comfort

that comes from knowing

through all Time

that You are

carrying mine in Yours

and i am carrying

Yours in mine...

Thanks.

#230wordprayers #Xmastide2022

('Heart 1' © Kiki Curtis)