Today, I am thankful for a heartful of love and poetry.
Fill my heart with Love,
that my every tear may become a star.
~Hazrat Inayat Khan
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. ~Zelda Fitzgerald
Even in my darkest moments, I am startled to discover that my heart brims with love felt and love received. Is that why my tears fall so easily?
Poetry is a different matter.
A passion to be sure.
Born of darkness and suffering and loss.
Words surface in my imagination,
Like sea mammals rising to catch their breath,
Determined to see the light of day.
For this blessing, I am grateful.