You found my heart barely alive, an empty shell,
shriveled from years of emptiness, wrapped in sadness,
insulted from hurting, never expecting to feel again.

You picked it up in your big wonderful hands,
caressed it with slow gentle strokes,
each one urging it back to life.

Slowly it felt a faint beat, a spark of life,
yet hesitating to open, struggling inwardly,
then reaching out to you, wanting to feel alive again.

Coming alive, it felt the warmth of the hands holding it,
feeling the gentle strength urging it to come out of
its empty shell and open itself to feelings.

Consumed by the wonderful awakening,
it starts beating faster, accepting the possibilities,
and now fully awakened.

You have given me the strength to be me again,
accepted the me that has emerged,
and opened my heart to soar to new horizons.

My heart’s in your hands.


el
Fall 1997