The human heart is a vessel Capable of holding deep oceans Of cellular, celestial, and spiritual memories Lifetimes in a single beat It is a gallery, one of whose walls We hang our most treasured moments, visions And painted portraits of fellow wandering souls But when pain digs into our hearts When it hollows us out And the grating of loss and resistance Is tearing into the precious core that we were given Remember That it is in thеse moments, we arе being crafted, created That a deepening is taken place So that more joy, more dreams, and more love Can be held within