Wednesday, April 30, 2014

This Heart...

This heart breaks slowly
Like
The crack in a windshield
Spreading with frost
And time
No way to stop
The inevitable movement
Of the hairline fracture
Creeping
In front of your very eyes
This heart
Yields slowly
To the unexpected
Yet expected results
Of being hit by a rock
A pebble
or
A stone

At first
Barely noticeable
Except to those who are
Front and center for the ride
But with time
And age
The breakage marches
Reacting
 To the wind chill factors of life
Distracting my view
Pulling my attention
From the highway
Causing a hazard
Making me anxious
Until
Finally
Needing to be totally replaced

This heart
Needs replacing
Like so many others
That have incurred injury
And suffered quietly
And unbearably
Until
One day
A sacred hand
Full of mercy
Removes the damaged glass filled heart
And gives me
A brand new view…

                                                   Bonita Y. Jones “This heart” © 

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