As children we took for granted the image
Of a heart in flames, crowned with thorns,
Art expressing devotion,
                                        A holy card holding
My place in a prayer book, once offering
Comfort vivid in expression. But
Heart remains how we describe that rare form
Of love. Beyond emotion as
                                             Flames burn away
Ego, thorns pierce illusions to
See self challenged to will
Another’s good, sacrifice comfort
In circled motion.
                              Fueling a trinity
Of endless gift, to create anew wherever
Sacred emerges from ordinary
Living, and makes possible the naming of
Heart, this love’s ocean.