where is the heart?

where is the heart
   when it beats too swiftly?
where is the soul
 when it soars?
   does it beat its wings,
    does it flutter,
    does it hover,
or merely wish to be heaven born?

i can feel this sin sick soul within me.
   adam clinging to my breast
   as a mother clings to her dying child.
weeping.

where is the heart
 when it beats too swiftly?
    where is the soul
          when it soars?
        where is faith
    when the footing is lost and
tumbling o’er and o’er?

we are told it is invisible,
  this faith we cannot see.
there are times when
  i wish it would solidify
    that i might
behold my destiny.

where is the mountain that i can move?

© rlbusséll 2006

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