Big Heart Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I dreamed of living in the midst
of a great heart that pulsed and beat
in rhythm with the universe
with perfect timing and complete

When I woke it seemed my heart
was very little and so frail
compared to things of great import
my pale attempts would surely fail

My nostrils breathe small puffs of air
they, too, can easily snuff out
Nor can I guess what's 'round the bend
an avalanche or parching drought

It is a comfort to pretend
that all creation is within
a great big heart that made it all
safe and secure to dwell therein

I dreamed of living in the midst
of a great heart that pulsed and beat
in rhythm with the universe
with perfect timing and complete.