Pick up your heart

How to hold thyself, you ask
In the face of adversity
How to hold thyself
When the world asks more
Than you believe yourself capable of

How to hold thyself, you ask
When the passions have you weak
When a part of you
—Banging on the doors of your inner rooms—
Screams that everything matters,
That everything counts

Then, my friend
You pick up your heart
And you put on your shoes
And you let them carry you
To the deepest part of the nearest forest
And you find the stillest tree that you can fathom

And you ask it for help
To share its stillness
To bless your heart
And you learn
To hold yourself
The way that trees do