The Cracked Vessel

The Cracked Vessel

by Tasha Halpert

Over and over the heart breaks,
 only to be mended again by a smile, by laughter,
by a baby’s chubby hand.

The sound of breaking is no sound
yet it reverberates through the forest
louder than the screech of an owl.

The heart broken open drinks at the well of love
that endlessly pours love in as it pours out:
A cracked vessel watering the ground of being.

Crying to be filled, constantly emptying,

yearning always toward the Source
the broken heart replenishes the spirit with tears of joy.

 

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