More From the Heart

   The pain in your chest says,

   "I need you and you need me.

   Listen,

   I am here,

   I know the way home."

            ~~~~

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The Ache

The ache in my chest,

my constant companion,

is so afraid,

afraid I'm going to leave.

I say,

I am here.

I'll never leave again.

And she softens

and says,

"I want to go home.

Please take me home."

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Heart Murmurings

Did you know that the heart is the only organ in the body that doesn't get cancer? I like to think that it's because cancer can't thrive in the seat of true love. For the love of the heart is pure. It transcends ego, personality, and even death. Of course, people have heart disease, heart murmurs, heart attacks, and other such problems. I have been concerned about my own heart over the last few years, but a trip to Urgent Care confirmed what I'd already suspected. There's nothing physiologically wrong with my heart. 

So I've started listening, in earnest, to what my aching heart has to say. It speaks not in the language of the intellect, but in the language of the poet.

In future posts, I'd like to share my humble attempts to express with words, the truth of my heart. I hope these words inspire you to take a little time each day to feel into, acknowledge, and listen to your own heart's murmurings. 

Mine says . . .



 

                   If you take a moment to listen,

                   I'll always tell you what's true,

                   I'll say, I am love. You need me.

                  Then you'll say,

                  "You need me too."

 

 

From my heart to yours,

Shelly

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The Choice Is Yours (a poem)

One day, Shelly Smith, will no longer exist:
this body,
the things I did,
the people I met ....
Poof!
They're gone.

Some of the things I wanted in this life ....
well,
they didn't happen,
but some of them did.
And in the end it doesn't really matter.

What matters is this ....

Was my heart open or closed?

Was my heart open to the beauty of love,
of God,
all around me?

Or was it closed in fear
of what I couldn't control?

A life lived in fear ....
well,
you're already dead.
But if you're too scared to open ....
yuck, you're stuck -
stuck between the fear of opening,
and the pain of a closed
and unmet heart.

So which will you choose?
Which will I choose?
And if not now,

When?


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