Tune my heart.
Like an old violin,
Like a worn down piano,
I have been left out in all manners of weather,
I have been left alone for far too long.
So like a concert master
with a steady hand,
tune me up.
Listen and learn
the cracked keys,
the broken strings.
Memorize the forgotten intervals
That even I did not know.
And then, when we’re ready,
When this creaky heart is tuned,
teach me a new song.
Poem by Rev. Sarah Speed
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