Swimming in the Heart
Sometimes, when I park my car under the cut leaf maple
the dew or rain drops the branches to star my windshield in the morning.
If I can't be loved, I will try to be useful.
Sometimes I wake to birdsong in the morning and I see them sing the sun to rosy rising. I don't need truth, I need faith in the things that move me closer to who I want to be.
Sometimes my children come into my bed in the morning and their sleepy arms go round me. Love is the purpose, God is the thing between us, good or bad, I struggle to create a just and loving God.
The Hermits in the mountains miss the point, why try to stay dry in the ocean, learn to swim.
- heart words from Mary ep k