The heart, like a north star
always points to what it needs
though you wander,
lose the path a million times,
shield yourself from the reality
of flesh broken open wide,
the heart stays steady,
weathers any storm or icy rage
or longing for a new time and space
immovable and unwavering
the heart guides you home,
maybe not this day,
this year, or even in this lifetime
but eventually you must follow its lead
to the interlocking piece
that mirrors its perfection
the completion of its wholeness,
the wings for its angel crown
©SpiritLed 2015