The Bleeding Heart

I've always wrestled with
Pain
Suffering and
Injustice


It's so much, it's too much


I feel every blow
of rejection
disillusionment
despair


the sharp, lingering sting
of illness
tragedy
death


Each one finds and leaves their mark on the heart
until it is so bruised and battered
it breaks into pieces
spilling out grief


My mind screams with the questions
how?
why?


Then I realize it isn't my heart pouring out life
but Yours
bleeding all over mine
until I am made whole


And I know the answer is Who