We break so easily,
like brittle autumn leaves
that crunch below the feet
in the deep woods.
As the trees turn from green
to red and yellow,
I crawl into the earth
to protect our hearts
from the storms raging outside.
Dust rises from the ground
as I fall to my knees,
holding the three precious hearts,
so full of light,
in my hands.
When night falls
and the moon rises in the eastern sky,
the dust motes shine like stars,
dancing, swirling, praying.
Dissolving as the sun rises later.
Bathing the hearts in golden light.
I will hold, I will protect
I will not let fall,
not let go.
For these beating hearts
Are all mine.
Fragile and precious.
Blessed to be surrounded
by so much love.
It touches ones inner feelings