There are different wells within my heart,

each one richer and more mysterious than the rest,

some are filled with good and fresh rain,

some are far too deep for a single

drop to reach.

Happiness is the great work of the heart,

though every heart is young and frightened,

so easily distracted.

Joy is the great work of the heart,

a holy bag of truth beating so loudly,

sometimes drowned out by the laments

and struggle stories of the world.

Love is the great work of the heart,

though every heart must first be humbled,

and bow to the darkness and crisis and mystery of life.

Every heart must first become a student,

to another heart that has filled itself to the brim

with love, and overflowed with compassion.