The Passion
Heart breaks.
No hairline fracture:
deep fissure opens wide,
cruel-edged.
Deepest fear made real.
Undefended now,
breach fills with sudden, fierce surge — rushing in, gushing out.
Only feel:
not grief but Love floods this surrendered chamber.
Strange and unexpected, surely undeserved gift of grace, pulsing, shining, laughing, dissolving harsh edges and separation.
Cracked carapace swept away
in Love's bright, throbbing torrent,
leaving courage: true heart.
What was I protecting?
–Laura Farrow
