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The Heart is enlarged
in still small spaces
Multiplied in
Solitide
Woven Wide across
worlds when given to One…
Thus stretched
This canvas can hold multitudes,
and more Beauty
than
ever it held ashes…
When willing to wait
at the empty table
For it to be filled
The heart becomes a feast
even its broken
loaves and fishes fragments
become food
and fill to the brim
the baskets
of His Beloved.
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