Friday, July 16, 2004
Song of the Heart
The heart is tired
of being trussed
and bound,
told it must not,
cannot
shout its joy,
must always crinkle
and bend
and look with measured scorn
upon the world's follies
and frantic goals..
The heart
wants to sing,
to let forth its fullness
in a kind of rhapsody
of celebration,
a ripe declaration
that something important is happening,
even here,
even now,
in the midst of all this
tumult
and degradation,
a stirring like a soft awakening bud
at the very center,
the uneasy core
of this spiraling disarray.
copyright, Dorothy Walters
