Red Hearts

Our hearts beat
and they are red.
Marvelous as they tick and flow,
fill and spill with intention
under the golden sun
colliding with one another’s
coursing into the singular.
We cannot grasp the beauty
God writes into our red,
beating hearts
until surrender prevails.

 

—N.A.

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