Sometimes, the tough heart
Isn’t hardened from without
But cauterized from within
A fire there burning
So hot, so madly
It simply crusts over
And looks hard
To the impatient eye.
Yet for those willing
To stand firm
Bound to the earth
By faith in what
You know must be there
The reward, now uncontained
Is a tender stampede
Of all you wished for.
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