The Condition of the Human Heart

The Condition of the Human Heart


The condition of the human heart,
As defined in the compassionate sense,
Is of delicate nature,
Fragile, like the wing of a butterfly;
Once pinned and no longer in flight,
Yet such a thing of beauty
When seen through the radiance of a sunny day.
The human heart is
Easily broken, like the fallen petal of a red rose,
Symbol of splendor,
Crushed underfoot, gone unnoticed,
Left to the wind, a future of dust.
One can protest the very existence of being born
To ask
Why am I here?
To live in mystery of the moment when even the protest
Ceases to exist,
And takes all the secrets that craft a lifetime
(Tragically short or overwhelming fulfilled)
Of the condition of the human heart.

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