|I loved how this photo captured the heart shape of a chestnut seed pod.|
Oh, how the broken heart of thorns,holds each one away.
Shields what life remains inside,despite what all would say.
Then, cautiously, she met him andknew he was the One.
A need inside, so strong, she burstand hopeless, fell undone.
This man of sorrow understood,he caught her there mid-fall.
removing scars and thorns and all.
He sealed her heart and kissed it,breathed life into her soul.
It grew in faith and flourishedmade right, made new, made whole.
|Chestnut Tree photo courtesy of apsnet.org|
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