for Kimberly and Georgie!
What is a heart that it bleeds?
How say, “I care!” in the heart’s language?
How trust the universe to care,
and on the dark wings of sun and moon awaken love?
Should a man tell a woman he understands,
else hold her smile in the palm of his hands?
What of tears, the broken curse of the heart’s melodies?
Do we as humans truly know how to share,
to know what it is to empathize with another’s woes?
All I, or any other can do, is be there, choose
to listen and embrace the heart of pain,
receive its dark force with equanimity and grace.
This is love in its most pure form: a touch more real
than all contact could ever feel or believe;
this is the power of love to heal and be,
and in being, become in the other’s being
acquainted, whole: living waters for her soul.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.