“Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
I know that I can reach the sun, I know you doubt and wonder. But I can ride a thunderstorm To catch the bolt of thunder. I know you think i cannot The truth yells from your eyes. For they haven't learned to match up To the part of you that lies. For i see the sun as you do It's only another star. Too small and too distant From where you stand and are. From where I stand the sun is there, Just waiting to be taken By one that will distribute it To the lonely and forsaken. So that when its dark and overcast They can take it as a hinter. How there are times of less sun In the dark and lonely winter. But there's always enough warmth In a world that stands and holds. All the thousand stories That it's people haven't told.
A broken heart bears witness to grace. because the person you've shared it with now holds a part of it. And though the person you've split your heart open for might never even know you know. but this is the kind of broken heart that needs no healing, because it is how we heal the world.