Heartbeat paintings
Heartbeat poem
- I WISH I WAS A LINGUIST
O to be fluent in the language of silence.
The still small voice in a raging storm,
A broken heart in a crowded room.
To pan a river, discovering gold,
Promoting others, young and old.
Discovering treasure in the map of life,
The pearls that form from pain and strife.
A rhythm of hope amidst the throng,
The language of silence is my song.
It’s time to live again
Heartbeat Reflections
If you would like to submit a reflection, it needs to be based on your own poem or design or photo; cultural reflections are particularly encouraged. Submit a reflection.
- AloneThese empty days and lonely nights When there is no one to share my thoughts, No warm and soft male…
- My friend BarbaraYour the sweetest girl right from the beginning always caring Right from her heart One drop then two drops And…
- God in actionIn a town very close to Glasgow called paisley. I was born. In 1973. To two very young childhood sweetheart…