after Simeon the New Theologian
If the heart can pay attention
in wordless listening,
through its steady throbbing, pumping,
gathering and pouring forth
blue to red and back again
and with its magnetic field
that spreads six feet in all directions,
waving like a ray’s wings
or rippling, gauze curtain in a breeze—
could it be that the heart’s attention
is more than electricity and muscle,
but embraces all the worlds in body
and in mind,
and the valentines are true,
and love quickens the heart’s rhythm,
and love propels its drumming,
is the voice behind its constant, wordless call?
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Marjorie Stelmach says
… could it be …?
Yes.
A beautiful poem, Sharon. Thank you.