Vol. 1 Ch. 3 P. 18

rust, paint, peel, red

Your heart, over time,
becomes a mass of bruises and scratches —
taped where torn and sewn where ripped.
But your heart, no matter how scarred,
was made big enough to fit the world in it.


12 thoughts on “Vol. 1 Ch. 3 P. 18

  1. LOVE the photo! Just perfect for this message! I have always thought, and been taught by wise elders, that our hearts, if NOT scratched and torn here and there, is not a true heart–certainly not a brave-heart, not a dragon-heart (as we Welsh folk think of it!)

  2. Wonderful, wonderful words.
    I may print them off and pin them on my cork board.

    I do hope you are all safe from the weather conditions I have been reading about in your part of the world.


    • Thank you for your concern, David. We appreciate it. πŸ™‚

      We live almost 800 kilometers from the area, so we’re safe, but it’s still sad news for the whole country, especially it’s almost Christmas. The northern part of the country often gets hit by typhoons, not the southern part, so this disaster really took them by surprise. 😦

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