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.

Three.

Four, for a moment.

 

Because there I am.

And then…

One!

 

 

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