Beat of the Human Heart
Some hearts beat slow and strong,
Some hearts beat fast and light,
Some hearts just flow along,
Some hearts impose their might.
Young hearts will run with zest,
Old hearts will know to walk,
Her heart will feed the rest,
His heart will nest the hawk.
The beat of the human heart
May add or miss a beat,
But still this beat apart
Must judgment not entreat.
The pulse of ages change,
All ages play a part,
Don’t act estranged, don’t disarrange,
Don’t judge the human heart.
In an open field, perhaps late summer, a Native American woman rests on an immutable boulder, solid in her submission to the timeless laws of nature. For eons her people have witnessed the constant change of seasons in this clearing in the forest. As mother nature continues in its predictable all-powerful rhythms, she too internalizes the beat of her people’s god. The Native American drum, the consummate tool for bringing the physical human being back in touch with his or her spirituality, is central to her culture. And so, in a kind of beckoning prayer, in unison with her universe, she heartfully beats on her drum.
