The Gift of My Heart
When I gave you my heart
I cannot say it was a choice ~
For it was whooshed out of me
by an Almighty Power
not of my knowing
and planted firmly
in the garden of your soul.
I have wandered there
passionate and lithe,
gentle and wild,
as the tiger who has found
her true hunting ground
and searches for her mate.
I have flown around your trees,
over your mountains
and across your meadows
as the lark,
singing ecstasy
as she’s lifted into paradise
and is now free.
I have leapt in your deep
yet warm waters
as the dolphin
~ all speed and grace ~
spinning
in the knowing
that ascension is a given
here
in the magical liquid
of life and love
where she belongs.
The beat of my heart
in your garden
is strong and steady
as the drumbeat of the Earth.
It is patient, ready and unfaltering.
It is given to you freely
by the hand of God.
The Sun cannot set
on a true heart
but rises eternal.
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