The heart

Rivers flow to winter fall
Grace appears not to all
Reaping the blessed tree and wine
The greater love of all Divine

Sleeping meadows in snowy cover
Here I lie and sometimes wonder
Where do all things fit within
We wait each day for morning sheen,

Raining heart make love that whither
which do you think wil make you quiver?
As love decide for which to live
I believe in hearts and sometimes take a lift

An angel I am not, I fear
But here I stood for all to hear
The sweet and tender voice I seek
And for you I'll take the words...
and form the Deeds

Here my heart I stand and Speak!