The Protector

May I protect my heart

As a newborn being

Care for her needs,

so tenderly seeing

May I hold my heart

Swaddling her tightly

As the cruelty & chaos

Batter, hold her brightly

May I carry my heart

As an innocent baby

Cupping joy, anger, grief,

Caressing worry & weep

May I take care of my heart,

raw & raging

To sustain compassion

Loving all-that-is—

A Spiritual marathon of Life’s waging