My heart is crushing down to a dare
I breathe into its’ hallowed air
Would I find some secret rare?
Or be swallowed into the pulse of a hidden care?
No love to meet, nor friend to greet
in this secretive, wordless and swollen seat.
What hidden voices hide behind this heart’s heat?
I breathe into an unknown dare.
My heart wants to stop before I am there.
Does God forsake those in moments so bare?
No…Each heartbeat is gifted with Eternity’s Prayer.
©2012 Linda Willows