Kardia

Though the heart has its own bitterness, it knows there’s joy. At times the heart may ache but it still finds grace. Sometimes the heart envies but it decides to seek more for peace. And though the heart withholds unduly, it knows it can be free.

Arrows

Look around you
freely scattered gifts can be found
But it all fade away
like an evening shadow in your eyes

You’re trembling
there’s longing
strayed like something’s lost
then quieted yourself

“Have no fear,” your nearest whispered
“Look into triumph,” your dearest taught
“Run and find the arrows I shoot,” said the Good Father,
“Don’t stop.”

Go find the arrows
Don’t stop
Something must happen