A Heart Divided...
I am of two minds, it seems, or is it just my heart divided, parsed into pieces, pulled to places far and wide... for here I sit in my lovely blue living room, a place of cheer and comfort, a place secure where I can spend long hours far from traffic noise and people noise (though barking dogs too often add their noisy punctuation to my day), surrounded by small things I love and photos of the ones I hold both near and dear... while not so many blocks away those I do not know come to be fed, come to be sheltered, come to find the safety which their lives do not provide... while far away across the globe those countless ones, known and unknown to me, long to be fed, long to be sheltered, long to find safety which their lives cannot provide... So, where do I put my deepest concern? Where place the pieces of my broken-open heart? And how do I put it all back together again? ...