Cynthia R. Wallace on The Liminality Journal

[Cynthia R. Wallace]

My sweet

beating heart,

not a fist but a

flower, not a

stone but a

dancer's drum:

thank you.

*

I'm sorry that

I have not yet

learned to always

trust you:

you falter, sometimes,

or I falter, or

we falter together,

coming to terms

with a new dis-

ease.

*

But even so,

I believe you to be

strong. I know

my task is love,

and that love takes

more courage than

all the fear or

hate combined.

Your tentative beat,

then, that little

murmur-rhythm: maybe

it's making room

for something no less

sure and true:

a love that listens—

an assurance that sees

beyond itself—

a strength that

welcomes other

voices in the song.

[Kim Koilpillai]

Lovely.

[Angela Joy]

Beautiful ❤️

[Larry Brickner-Wood]

This is a truly beautiful poem, Cynthia. Each line conencts to me with tenderness, wisdom and understanding. It is a perfect poem to welcome Autumn again here in the Northern Hemisphere.

[Cynthia R. Wallace]

Thank you. <3