The Perfect Heart
by Y.M. Tucker
the perfect heart began its quest
to find the perfect home
around the world it wandered, ever
on the roam
its splendour and its beauty, its
pristine virgin state
remained intact until it met the
soul of human fate
the joy upon a mother's face as she
gently held her child
caused the perfect heart to swell
with feelings new and wild
the shudders and tremors
intensified and then the heart was torn
at the bedside of a little girl
whose family prepared to mourn
an Afghan woman's disfigured face
slashed the heart once more
but it revived as strangers came to
help the homeless poor
the scars of life then marked the
heart, its size and shape had altered
yet still it sought the perfect
place, its search never faltered
beneath the glow of a heavenly
star, in a humble stable stall,
a baby lay on a bed of straw, a
gift of hope for all
battered and pierced yet full of
love for present, future and past
the perfect heart had finally found
its perfect home at last
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