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Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Heart Song"

My heart sings at

the falling snow,

a photograph

from long ago,

a simple bowl of soup,

some bread,

a river rock,

the color red.

My heart sings at

an open book,

your sweater hanging

from a hook,

a fire lit,

my woolen socks,

and mail stuffed in our

letter box.

My heart sings at

unplanned fun,

a sleeping cat,

the dishes done,

a kitchen dance,

a paper star,

a single daisy

in a jar –

but most of all

the glimmer of

a world relearning

how to love.

I enjoyed this little poem by Eileen Spinelli. The idea of a heart singing about certain things appeals to me. Hearts do sing about...

 

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