If You Paint My Heart
Beholden to Green
If you paint my heart…
use every tint of green you see
at the beginning of spring,
when you venture back into the forest
after a long, cold, white winter.
Those same tones I hold in a bouquet for you…
not the “green with envy” type,
but, instead the “honor the earth” kind, or
the “green light” your project variety;
those heart-driven hues, tended by love.
It’s the light, lime green of a seed
that delights in your being,
that no shade hinders.
If you paint my heart
dip your brush into a pallet
that not only mirrors the colors of a sycamore, ivy, or
a simple blade of grass,
but also reflects the deep veins or cracks in
the foliage.
Those defining lines
resembling my own growth,
my breaks,
my stalls,
my stutters,
those chinks in my armor
brought on by loss,
whether it was the passing of my parents,
or those unrelenting moments
of relearning
forgiveness….of myself,
or others.
If you paint my heart…
and you happen to love me,
those threads or breaks
are where you will add the gold,
like the ancient Japanese art of
repairing pottery – Kintsugi.
You will honor my heart’s path
by emphasizing, not hiding
its fractures.
This precious metal
inclusion will elevate the reveal…
humbly, inviting you
to paint my heart
to let you in
so that your eyes may see my unique
heart’s journey as a summons
to begin seeing…embracing your own.
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