The Heart

I am thankful for this heart of flesh; a heart of stone would be heavy and cold.
Though the heart of flesh is aching – not much to compare with so precious as to live heart life bursting with joy, and delight, and love, and pain, and sorrow and even loss.
The heart of flesh may hurt and ache and cry and fear,
But the heart of flesh loves, breathes, and beats and stops for a moment…and constricts and beats again.
Never do I want to exchange the heart of flesh on a heart of stone, or bronze or silver and even gold.