I thought of the words
I could write in a poem
to answer the question posed:
in God’s heart, I am – what?
The heart: organ of life, suffused
Words flow into the what
as blood drips from a wound
in the side, as blood is sweated
in a garden, as blood flies
like tiny globules from a scourging,
as blood seeps from a bruised face,
as blood congeals from thorns
in the forehead.
Take, drink: so much blood.
In God’s heart, I am.
Over at Faith Barista, Bonnie Gray has asked the question, how would you fill in the blank: In god’s heart, I am ___________. To see other posts, pleased visit Bonnie’s faith carnival.
Photograph: Blood Red Hearts by Michael Meilen via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.