He holds my heart
in his hands
as if
holding the
blown shell of an egg
protecting
shielding
carrying with grace…

…until
I rip it away
like an unruly child
and watch it
do summersaults through the air
inevitably smashing
into a million pieces
on the floor of this world…

…when, oh when
will I finally understand
my heart’s safety
is only in his hands?