Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Hearts salvia

If my embrace could stop your bleed,

or smoothing brow make pain recede,

my love would ride, a great white steed,

to mend your bleeding heart.

But my heart bleeds, my soul is bent,

my broken parts sing like lament,

so humbly, trembling, I present

my fragile, shattered part.

If we who, fractured though we are,

combine our fragments,  name our scars,

embrace the cracks in ruptured jars,

could we be living art?

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The snowstorm today made driving (and photography) a bit of a challenge.   So – how about some colour from last year instead??  🙂  “…treasures in jars of clay…”

Draw Truth Near

Allow the rays to paint your heart

And brush out darkness from its frame;

Embellish  hues with loving art

And give to feeling brilliant name.

Courageous palette  birthed in light,

Banish shadows, sideline  fear;

Revelation,  bring heart sight,

Sketch the path to draw Truth near.