Shape of The Heart

-Shape of The Heart-
by
Keaton Foster



Shape of the heart
Not quite round
Not so oval
Not a perfect circle
Each one is quite unlike
No two are the same
God's masterpiece flawed
Each one thumps along
Singing a living song
Each one pumps blood
Thus giving us our life
Some wear their hearts
On their sleeves
While so many others
Bury them deep inside
Some are quite damaged
Limping along
At a snail’s pace
Some race at breakneck speeds
Nearly jumping from our chest
All, regardless of depth or shallowness
Share equally in the fragile nature
In which they manage to exist
God knew what he was doing
He understood what was needed
Perfection was never the answer
Vulnerability is what was required
Such vulnerability separates us
From all other living creatures
Without it we would be unable
To love each other as we do
Without such vulnerability
Our need for each other
Would not be so required
Our faith in each other
And thus in God
Would be a moot point
Shape of the heart
Not quite round
Not so oval
Not a perfect circle
Each one is very much unalike
No two are remotely the same
God's masterpiece flawed
I think not
To me it seems that such a thing
Was part of the plan all along…



Shape of The Heart
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013