you ought to thank God that
blood stills flows through your arteries,
no matter how clogged they are.
A Broken Heart Still Beats,
and though you may be bruised,
wounded, scarred, scabbed,
the fact that the blood is still dripping,
messing up your clothing,
staining your carpet,
soiling your sheets,
is a sign that you are still alive!
Somebody ought to be grateful
that your last drop of blood
wasn't your last drop of blood.
You are still alive.
I know you feel lonely.
I know you feel abandoned.
I know you feel betrayed.
I know you feel angry.
I know you feel sad.
I know you feel...
but you feel.
Your feeling is a sign that you are still alive!
A Broken Heart Still Beats.
I'm grateful for the blood pumping through my veins.
It lets me know that there's work to do.
It lets me know that the Universe needs me--
that I'm not done--
that it is not finished--
that the cross is not the end of my story.
Your Sunday morning is on the way.
Hold on...not to your broken heart but to your beating heart.