Sacred Heart Poem by Bianca Fiechter

I hear your voice
While I know you are so far,
For a tiny moment...I am where you are

Wishing to magically transport,
Swept up as a beam,
Flickering particles of light,
Ricochet off a satellite,
Impossible as it may seem.

Close my eyes,
Cajoleing, begging, whoever
Whatever is there,
Put me with you.

Condense my love,
Which is all that I am...
To a touchstone,
Nestling in your pocket.

That smooth, thumb rubbed surface,
Shining over depths of flickering mica.

The weight of it, reassuring,
Always reminding,
Of my passion for you.

I do not belong to the disposable world,
Of bottomless wanting,
Of endless gratification.

I belong only,
To you.