Where is the Heart
When it beats too swiftly?
Where is the Soul
When it soars?
Does it beat its wings,
Does it flutter,
Does it hover,
Or merely wish to be Heaven born?

I can feel this sin sick soul within me.
Adam clinging to my Breast
As a Mother clings to her dying child.
Weeping.

Where is the Heart
When it beats too swiftly?
Where is the Soul
When it soars?
Where is Faith
When the footing is lost and
Tumbling o’er and o’er?

We are told it is invisible,
This faith we cannot see.
There are times when
I wish it would solidify
that I might
Behold my Destiny.

Where is the mountain that I can move?

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