At what point does this pain cease to fill my heart?
Will I ever be able to look at you with out my heart breaking?
Or hear your name without feeling your pain?
My heart is forever tied to those I love.
My heart is not a single entity, it is merely an element of this intricately woven web we call our lives. Or "My life," as if it were truly ours--this grand delusion so many of us carry on. This life is no more mine than that tree in the yard. Yes it is my property, and I can do as I please to it, but one powerful storm, one small car collision, one season of drought, and that tree could be permanently changed, or gone. Nothing exists on it's own. We are each of us but a part of the whole. Our souls are God's, and our lives are eachothers.
All we can call our own is the ability to respond to what already is.
