Heartbeat of Holies

Cold, dark … alone, the heart of God beats
coursing life’s blood to tiny hands and feet.
Smaller than the nails one day they will bear
innocent and pure as His mother’s tears.


The Angels joined the chorus as the heavens rolled away,
announcing His arrival, a promise kept that day.


Seasons, months ... years, until the time had come
when blossoms bud anew to praise Creation’s Son.
The Earth’s anticipation bursts forth with new breath
of color, fruit and fragrance, new life to welcome death.

Scourged, pierced… alone, the heart of God ceased
coursing life’s blood to precious hands and feet.
The pounding of the nails for ages to hear
innocent and pure as His Father’s tears.


The Angels joined the chorus as the stone rolled away,
revealing He had risen, a promise kept that day.


Received, redeemed … Holy, the heart of God beats
coursing Atonement to heal with cleansing Peace.
Rebirth of a soul bursts forth with new breath
of Father, Son and Spirit . . .
new Life conquers death.




Pat Guy
©2005



May this day be filled with the gift of laughter, and smiles to your heart ...