Thoughts on a Heavy Heart.

Sometimes, maybe, hearts must become heavy. Like the fruit that ripens as it ages. A short life which is a process of growth and degeneration till falling it spreads like a burst stomach its seed on the ground or a creature comes and mercifully consumes it still passing seeds in a perfect cycle But this is only during a season, which passes, the broken fruit plants new seeds that grow more fruit. If the heart doesn't f all and shatter it remains. If the wind doesn't pluck the heart in a storm of a breeze, if a creature doesn't eye hungrily the ripened sheen, it remains clinging to vine or limb growing old in the heat. Eventually though, no matter how long it clings to the comforts of the branch, it will rot, and wither. It is as a skeleton clinging bitterly and remorsefully to its progenitor who silently watches, wise in its own experience.

So, maybe, all hearts must be. Heavy laden in order to crash upon the knobby roots below, to spill its contents from behind all defense of skin and bone. Can this be stopped? Maybe it is better to feel than to wither and rot. To face coming emotions full on with feet steadied in God's will. Confront it in its greedy glare and allow it to pass to through towards growth. Perhaps all this is done so another day may be lived more fully than the last.


postscript: Don't worry and take this as introspection into a troubled, tortured soul, all is well, Im just trying to live.