i carry your heart with me(and i think i've misplaced my own)

by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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^^This is definitely one of my favorite poems. I love the emotion that is conveyed through this poem and the way that cummings  writes about how we can "carry" someones heart with us everywhere we go (lines 1-3). On the flipside, it kind of makes me think about who is carrying my heart right now(hence the title of this post). Whenever I move to a new place, there are people and places and things that I miss and if I'm not careful, it's a little to easy to dwell on that which isn't and miss out on that which now is.

and then i start to ponder(or maybe it's more like

wander:through that endless mental abyss, 

labyrinth, really)of times and places and faces 

now past(memories fading as they darken)

and through these mental meanderings (onward

through the marshlands i trudge) i arrive again

at the beginning:the first and final question: 

who is holding my heart?

am i grasping it between knuckles(white

with tension)? did i misplace it in that drawer 

(beneath the disheveled papers)? or was it

tossed away carelessly long ago?(i don't

really know) but i know One who knows

all(and this is my comfort)

Whenever I start to get into this train of thought, the caboose always comes down to the idea that the one who should be (and is) holding my heart is the same One who holds the universe in the palm of His hand. His name is YHWH. Do you know Him?

When You said: "Seek my face," my heart said to You, "Your face, O LORD, I shall seek." Psalm 27:8