The Heart of the Prophet

Dedicated to the prophets of God. Written on 3/26/07 with minor revisions.

Just because it’s spiritual makes it no less real.

The heart is beating,
  beating,
    beating,
Pumping out life in slow, labored surges.
It is oozing out big drops of blood.
It is torn, shredded to bits.

Others all around turn and stare–
  what a strong, courageous man of faith!
Their searching gazes are returned
  with one of equal incredulity.
How can they not see?
  How can they not hear?
    How can they not feel?
Though he’s standing tall,
  inside his heart is weeping.
The broken heart within him is not his own.
   It’s God’s.

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  1. This is good.

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