My honesty has been born

Feels like Ive been torn

Many times, over time, sometimes by my own sword

I sit, sad this early Spring, and observe returning robins

…and dream of the heart healing medicine of hawthorn

Coincidence isn’t real, only the magic of perspective

People cage themselves in the mundane and sarcastic

In the Sacred, I willingly and openly revel

My heart I feel and hold, with care

I will be kind, protective and oh so gentle.