shot through the heart
shot right through the heart
guns are subtle
and sometimes bullets
are
invisible.
commonly, the manslaughter
is involuntary &
often, the victim
is a
child.
children wear their
hearts out
side like flowers on
their
chests.
infinitely fragile & soft
soft beyond the
human
touch.
one day, the father
rejects the daughter &
chooses his
son.
the little girl walks
gravely to the base
ment & sobbing, her
heart flower
dies.
the grandmother screams at
her husband who
runs away & loses his
mind.
the weeping light in the
heart of her grand
son flickers
out.
is it the tone of
the voice that
kills? or the
violence? or is
such pure wonder
planted in this earth
meant to
die?
we spend our lives
searching for golden
hearts & apologizing
with flowers.
we mistake sex for
love & generations of
flower children never
have a
chance.
Is it possible you
were dreaming? that you
never had a
flower for a
heart? or so little
tenderness remains that
it doesn’t
matter?
if there is nothing you
have found in this world to
believe in
believe in this heart
flower.
start with a seed of
forgiveness. plant it
deep.
be thankful. nurture
it every day. cherish the
radiant flower &
pray.