Broken

[Dakotawoman]

Here is a story to break your heart

Are you willing?

The heartbreak came into my life

My heart died minute by minute

Of nothing I could see

My heart cried out like an Eagle

In the long sweet savoring of its life

Which if you had heard it

You know it is a sacred thing

And for which if you had not heard it

You had better hurry to where it still sings

And believe me tell no one just where that is

Morning came

And my heart with its plan to fly way home

To some hidden place

Was dead on the earth

I tell you this to break your heart

By which I mean only that it

Break open and never close again

Help my heart to live with its dying

So we may find ourselves walking

Back down a path we forgot

Toward a field here on earth

Where the sun is so bright and clear

That even the dullest sparrow

Is seen in the full richness of an

Eagle

I am that sparrow