I Hold the Sacred Heart In My Hand
I Hold the Sacred Heart in My Hand
I anger, I make a fist,
ready to throw ... but no.
My heart pride will not hold.
I humble my heart, I let love flow.
lt is love from the mightiest heart of all,
the heart I now hold in my hand.
I tighten my fist, the Sacred Heart.
I extend my pinky, the precious blood.
I touch my forefinger to my thumb, the crown of thrones.
I extend my thumb upward, the eternal flame.
I open my fist, the light of grace.
May it shine upon me.
Indeed, it has.
Copyright © Dick Tugwell | Year Posted 2022
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