Pulling the Heart Apart

Sometimes when I pull my heart apart, an essay or poem pops out. Just like giving birth to a physical baby, the heart becomes a birthing chamber for something yet unseen. Something new.

I now know that my words have the power to heal the reader. I never know why or who. It is my business to open the flow, to be here as a “catcher.”

Today it seems to be about starlight. But it is 10:10 a.m. and it is cool and cloudy outside. Nevertheless, here it comes.

The starlight you made on earth
now ascends into the hearts of many.

Bob, unknown to anyone but the few,
now rides across the plains of the desert,
catching fire as he shines into this
raw place and that.

A stargazer may look up into his eye,
catch him gazing back in all his beauty.
(He was such a precious One.)
And had a message to deliver via me,
me the one that kicked and screamed,
“Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.”

The stargazer may now sigh with
relief that he never left at all.
He moves off into the horizon,
Growing fainter as he gathers speed
the stillness radiating in the heart of
the One he graced with such infinite
care—still there.

Vicki Woodyard

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