Heart Strings

And I am lifted upwards

out of this body like a marionette

by the heart string.


Riveted, as it is.

In a tiny endless expanse within

Christ in me.  I  within Christ.


And this!

This heartstring, lifting me.

To where I already am.


The other end

Of this line, held lovingly,

Pulling inevitably.  Lovingly.


Into this dance.


Four, for a moment.


Because there I am.

And then…