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TENDER HEART by Zoe Quiney


Recently I was very touched by some simple words spoken to me: "We have tender hearts"...

I reflected on this and it resonated deeply for me as I consider myself to be someone who leads by the heart rather than the head; which can be both a blessing and a curse.

I'm learning to love my heart-lead life and all it's wonderful twists and turns and the magic it can bring. So I wrote this as an ode...to my 'Tender' heart. 

Tender Heart

My tender heart, it feels so much.
It fills and flows and leaps and jumps
It surges and pounds and aches and breaks
It determines decisions that I must make

My tender heart, my precious source
My sweet serenity, my deep remorse
It answers questions not yet asked
A house of truth, it wears no mask.

My tender heart, it beats and bleeds
To satisfy the soul it feeds
It loves so much, I’m sure it’ll burst:
An overflowing cup, to quench infinite thirst.

My tender heart I give you peace
On days when hurt appears not to cease.
I offer you strength, a place of calm
A gentle wisdom, amid the storm.

My tender heart, please speak your truth
Your knowledge from within the ego’s sheath.
I’ll offer you sweetly with trust and grace;
So that I may know eternal solace.
~


Zoe Quiney: “I'm a part time writer and full time dreamer with a penchant for anything or anyone weird, amusing, interesting and beautiful. I believe in creating your own heaven on earth and I find inspiration in people and places that calm my soul. I want to leave something meaningful behind in this lifetime, even if it's just a nice poem. You may connect with me on Facebook here. Or find me on tumbler here.”






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  1. AnonymousJuly 24, 2013 at 2:46 AM

    Very sweet and describes heart life as in a dance of a ballerina..... :)

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