From the Heart of Me

So, I’m sitting there waiting

And the fear comes up: What

If?

And it feels hot and shaky and

I send it that slow spread of Love

From the heart of me.

 

Or listening to a friend talk about her

Life, how she’s trying to be better, to

Mold herself,

And it feels like need, like a pressure in my chest and

I send it that slow breath of Love

From the heart of me.

 

Or there’s news of more bombings, another disaster

In the east and it feels like despair, like the absence of hope

And I feel it in my face, frozen into not showing anything and

I send it that golden light of Love

From the heart of me.