Wholehearted....

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The Heart is enlarged in still small spaces

Multiplied in Solitide

Woven Wide across worlds when given to One…

Thus stretched

This canvas can hold multitudes,

and more Beauty 

than ever it held ashes…

When willing to wait at the empty table

For it to be filled

The heart becomes a feast

even its broken

loaves and fishes fragments

become food

and fill to the brim

the baskets

of His Beloved.

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