It seems so long ago
it was family
and kingdom
and God
to which we gave our lives.
Now we live for heart.
It sounds so nice: ‘the heart’.
But many things can sound
so nice.
In any case,
the heart of which we speak
can’t
be seen. Much like God.
And yet the heart is what I walk with.
I haven’t God,
I’ve only heart
—my only sword and shield
on a road our generation took
of buried god
and awkward heart.
So what to do but hope
it’s just the scenic route
to a better grasp
of both.
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