What weighs on the heart
Is heaviest of all,
For a burden on
That vital part
Can bring us down,
Overall,
Can remind us
That we are
So very small.
Hope remains,
Here as in all other ways,
Just as the darkest nights
Often lead to the brightest days.
For what is heavy on the heart
Can come to be
What lifts the soul,
Displaced, relieved,
Rising from
Dark and deep,
To elevated
Visibility;
That we might be free
That we might see:
As above
Just as beneath.