Broken hearts
Happy hearts
Both are a part
of this life

When we feel lost
waiting to be found
When we are found
hoping never
to be lost again

The heart measures
time differently

It never forgets
Being filled
Broken
Mended
Filled again

It never forgets
Growing
Loving
Beating in sync
with another

Like the tick-tock
of the clock
even though an
inaccurate gauge
where hearts
are concerned

Time is fluid
Holding all
the possibilities
of the universe
within the rhythm
of each heartbeat

Revisiting, reworking, resharing…myself or a poem. This one seems appropriate for today.

Originally published in my poetry collection, Quiet Embers-A Poetry of Faith. Available here.

Happy Sunday, friends! ❤️