You don’t have to protect it you know
I always thought I did
Maybe Mum gave me that idea
When she said
Don’t wear it on your sleeve
It’s just a little muscle surrounded by an aura
But think about this
As you sleep
And everything else is relaxed
It still beats
On
And
On
As it’s always done
Without rest
Our very best friend
Come riding into battle to save us
Blows up fierce when we’re raging
Rises like the bubbles in champagne when we laugh
Our very finest instrument
The heart
Sending blessings out to those we love
Seizes up in grief but still manages
Somehow
To beat on
And on
And on
Until one day it stops
And we’re gone
What a shame we spent all those years
With it tucked away
Should have bought it out
Worn it on a sleeve
Decorated like finest jewellery that we don’t wear either
Because it’s precious
Instead we hoard and hide and tuck those things away
For good
We say
Well don’t
Save it
Any longer
Bring it out and throw it around
What’s wasted is the chance we’ve never taken
To share more of the best of ourselves
While we’re still here
