Where does the heart lie?
In concern, want, doubt.
Does it overflow with
Hate, love where does
It find its joy in with all
The work and care of
Day and night woven
In amidst all that burdens
A world, can it find the
Overabundance to bear
Out love to the world
To bear the better fruit
Given if one finds the
Brunt of mystery alive
Within, not looking to
Find it without because
It is our interior that
Decides hope in the
Midst of despair, love
Instead of hate, right
Action instead of wrong
Revealing it to others
A cleft in the rock