RIGHT: The Last Beat of My Heart
Two hundred twenty beats per minute.
Born with tachycardic rhythm.
The natural world beats deep inside our chests.
You can’t count that high in a minute.
From inception we’re given a gift.
A beat sparks life, guides our passion, get closer, quicken, back away slowing
Instinct of heart leading the right path. If only we’d listen.
Broken heart syndrome, the price paid for not marching to our own drum.
A miracle in your chest. Guiding you towards your own path. Allowing face first falls, only to beat harder. Allowing feeling. A new rhythm.
Listen closely friend. All will be better.