The Head, the Heart, the Arms, the Legs

The body has needs
The head, the heart, the arms, the legs

The head
Thoughts, sights, smells, tastes
So much of what we sense
Is in the head
So many of our needs

We see them
Writ large
In the voracious feeding
Of every
living
Starving
creature

Thought
Thought requires the head
The mind
Requires food to grow, to stretch
To support
To support
More than one thought

When you see the world through not one
But several mind’s eyes
The heart grows full, so full
Of all the hopes and dreams and wishes

And fears.
The fear of loss
The fear of destruction
The fear of failure.

They consume us, and with it, the heart.
That’s not what I want for you.
It’s not what I ever wanted for you.
I gave you life
To hope
And dream
And love.
Not to hate.
Where is the heart I loved?
The arms I longed to have wrap around me?
Tendons, muscles, bone
Strength.

Why is it only fear and hate now?
Was I wrong to heal Isaac?

To bring power to his legs so he could walk away from hope?
He’s angry.
So angry and chock full of hatred.
A twisted seedling sprouted into a tree
A burning bush ready to rage at salvation

If I consume hatred and anger, do I become it?
Does it make me stronger?

Or something else entirely?