The God Heart

Playfully
she folded her hands
around his
proposing marriage
(though he was
almost a generation removed)
then just as quickly
distanced herself
from the thought
tossing a little laugh
over her shoulder

This wisp of a child
turned her back early
on convention –
instead
held court with
small wooden hearts
special stones, crystal rocks
gentle songs and
a thousand dried rose petals

Stood
against the wind
cradled each gentle heart (as one
after another
they found her doorstep)
providing sanctuary
to them all. She
was their champion

She only seemed
to falter
stepping into
the slipstream of life
how strong
the delicate willow
bending
in the wind!

Like the maypole
soon
her champion’s colors
will herald spring