It lingers…
an ache so subtle,
a depth so hidden,
a wound so close to the surface
it shines in my smile,
it pours from my eyes,
it tunes in my ears
and seeps from my heart.
Oh how it follows me,
how it abides with me,
how it goes before me and
draws forth the best
and the worst
and the grooves in the midst…
How perpetual its trail,
its traces,
its ever-flowing streams
throughout my being.
Oh how it moves in me,
from me
and through me
into such great love…
the perpetual presence and power
of this wonderful,
glorious,
forgiving,
sacrificing,
blooming,
growing,
defining,
believing,
embracing,
adoring,
giving,
and ever hopeful…
broken heart of mine.