The heart arrived calloused, surrounded by a thick crust of disappointment, fear and loneliness. Real joy was a vague familiarity remembered in bits and pieces vibrating from the innocence of the children. More recognizable were the self-pity, hatred and self centeredness, armed, waiting and available behind anger, forever defending pain.
Through one thought, followed by slight movement, appeared a single ray of light. It was held in place with absolute certainty. Slowly, its power sliced through, layer by layer. What was on the other end? Unknown yet known, this beam caused anguish to shoot out in way of tears, goop and gack.
Tired eyes look inward, basking in the glory of this same heart, now living in its genuine, radiant softness.