I've been asked this question on separate occasions by different individuals over the past few months ....How is your heart?....it has taken me by surprise. I'm taken aback by the question....and by my hesitancy to answer....I remain silent and I listen to my own thoughts in my head, I listen to my heart speak quietly to me and I listen....I listen intently....I let it speak to me and I dare not disturb it from speaking...it has its own voice....its own dance...
How is your heart? You don't have to answer to me...answer that question to yourself, in the quiet of your soul...answer that question honestly, truthfully, without judgement, remorse, or guilt. Speak the words that it wants to speak to yourself...only you can answer to yourself...to your own inner truth.
Stand naked and reveal the truth to yourself, reveal your heart to yourself and stand in the reality of your truth...whatever that reality may be for you.
How is your heart?
Praying the Heart
by Elizabeth Cunningham, from her book of poems Small Bird
You can only pray what's in your heart.
So, if your heart is being ripped from your chest
pray the tearing
if your heart is full of bitterness
pray it to the last dreg
if your heart is a river gone wild
pray the torrent
or a lava flow scorching the mountain
pray the fire
pray the scream in your heart
the fanning bellows
pray the rage,
the murder and the mourning
pray your heart into the great quiet hands that can hold it
like the small bird it is
