If My Heart Had Not Been Broken

If my heart had not been broken
Would chains still bind my wrists?—
The perfect rules for a perfect life
The zealous heart enlists—

If I had not been pierced within
Could I have reached the sky?
Or would’ve the prison I once built
Kept me enclosed inside?

The bulwarks of my legalism
Have all been undermined
By the splinters of a shattered heart
Which love had left behind—

I’d rather not relive those months,
But, looking back, I know
The rainy days prepared the ground
For little seeds to grow.