heart, stop hunting

Nicole L. Hill for Fashion Gone Rogue

The War Inside.

Rest your cheek, for a moment,

on this drunken cheek.

Let me forget the war and cruelty inside myself.

I hold these silver coins in my hand;

give me Your wine of golden light.

You have opened the seven doors of heaven;

now lay Your hand generously on my tightened heart.

All I have to offer is this illusion, my self.

Give it a nickname at least that is real.

Only you can restore what You have broken;

help my broken head.

I’m not asking for some sweet pistachio candy,

but Your everlasting love.

Fifty times I’ve said,

"Heart, stop hunting and step into this net."

-Rumi