The Boneyard of the Heart

Sister, Friend, Beloved.

Don’t go picking
at the bones of the heart
like a shiny,
jeweled grackle
big yellow eyes
wild and afraid.

You’re hurting.
It’s not nourishing.

Leave what you’ve left behind
and allow the cycle of death
to claim them and continue.
Let the earth of the heart
cover them at last.

You’re wondering.
It’s not nourishing.

Don’t go doubting
the wisdom of the heart
that the Great Mother gave you.
Let her sacrifice grow seeds
and all Life feed you.

You’re learning
what is truly nourishing.

At last.