The Open Heart.

The Open Heart.

War, in a house or in a battle field
Closes the heart and seals away our deepest self.
Heroes find the path to where (even in the face
Of pain and terror,)
They allow the heart to reveal itself to the world
And get up,

And dance
When the piper plays
And the drums beat.

We were born to be wild things
Exploring the world, discovering through mistakes
Not being beaten down by them.
We laughed and ran through fields as children
But as adults we close the doors and windows
To keep out the echoes of that laughter
From our shrunken worlds.

The open heart bears pain
It suffers, it aches.
It also is the door to joy.
It is the seed by which love blossoms,
It is the perfect place
For people to shed their false faces
And step into a circle
As one.

I have an open heart.
I think fear of my mortality opened those doors
And let sun into all its chambers.

It hurts,
But it also allows me to feel
Beauty at a depth I've never felt before,
Faith with a power I've never wielded before,
And hope with a persistence I never knew
Hope could ever obtain.

My open heart weeps,
My open heart laughs,
My open heart knows mercy, compassion,
Hope and love,

And I wonder why all those years
I never seem to understand
That to heal and deal with the darkness

You have to open something
To the light.