Splitting the Heart

Memories are meant to be opened

Just as a log is meant to be split

Revealing the beauty of its past

Grains rich with uniqueness

Only seen when the heart is opened`

Layers of memories like wood grain

Embedded in the heart of our being

Appreciated only when they are revealed

Some logs lay for years

Preserved by the swamp in which they lie

Only to be found, opened, and viewed with awe

Others rot away

Destroyed by circumstances beyond their control

Memories lost in the compost heap of time

Some go up in flames

Fleeting memories, like flash paper

Soon lost in smoke and ashes

Beauty lies not in the rugged bark

Nor in the gnarled limbs

But in the split layers of the heart

Inner beauty laid bare …uniqueness of the soul

Cherished memories…

the story our life

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth