Friday, October 10, 2014



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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