Friday, October 25, 2013

From What Remains

A poem written today inspired by a moment of seeing my heart with just what remains yesterday. 

From What Remains
Lynda Allen

The goal, my friend, is not to never have your heart broken,
but is rather, the opposite.
Let it be rent wide open again and again
by expansive, fearless love,
by unbearable pain and sorrow,
by gleeful, exuberant joy,
by vast wells of sadness,
by unending compassion,
by uncontrollable weeping.

Yes, let it be blown asunder
and swept clean by the winds of life

Until the shattered boundaries of your heart
fall as easily away as leaves from the trees in autumn.

Until all that remains of your heart is God.

Live then blissfully from what remains.

October 25, 2013

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