The bird with her wings clipped,
forever imprisoned
by an action from the past.
She can count the ceiling boards,
but never escape them,
never fly free among them.
A broken heart is not
clipped wings.
It heals itself, in time –
though that time may seem
an Eternity.
While the ability to fly
never returns,
the ability to love is
Relentless and Immovable.
The human heart
receives treatment from He who knows all.
In His grace and splendor,
He can even mend her wings.