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Our Family’s Heart
Alexandria E. Garza
My Father’s heart, is
a working heart, with hands and sweat of its own. Its blood-life, is tolerance, which does not ever rest. Rather, in between beats, its silence,
is self-sacrificial. It is still,
so that he may listen.
My Father’s heart, is
a martyred heart, bearing the marks of a saint. They are only seen, when he is lowly. But he is always lowly, in the Image of
his Lover.
My Mother’s heart, is
a heart of devotion, relentless in all that is loyal. Its blood-life, is identity; the fortress of her faith. Built with the duties of a servant, and
obedience of a wife. It is her
shelter, so that she may be our stronghold.
My Mother’s heart, is
a given heart, pumping patience through her veins. Their warmth is in her nurture, so her touch is ever-ardent,
with her Savior’s Will.
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