Bending

I wrote this poem as an imagery-rich picture of how deep God's love is - so deep the human heart can hardly contain it!

Bending

What if I should take a star
And place it in my pocket?
Or if I should steal the sun
And plug it in a socket?

Was the heart designed to bend
That love could fit its boundaries?
Was the soul made tough enough
To be the site of foundries?

Hearts respond in colored echoes
To words our Father’s spoken—
In the burning of its beauty,
I bend, but I’m not broken!