I was reading Michael John Cusick’s Sacred Attachment yesterday and he was talking about the eyes of the heart in his chapter on imagination. Sparked this poem. I like it. Hope you do too!
AS YOURSELF
the heart has eyes
does it have a face
does it wear a frown
or a smile embrace
oh wellspring deep
are you counting sheep
if you shed your clothes
yes the price is steep
still what would one give
for a child alive
he’s inside my chest
she was born to thrive
As always, would LOVE to hear any thoughts, question, impact, etc., at john@ichthusmhk.org!
