My Constant Heart – A Poem by Jenny Kruschke

Earlier today I was going to write something about marriage, because today is my 24th Anniversary. But the words did not come. I just couldn’t think of how to say what I wanted to about my love. Then tonight I was on Facebook and saw that my niece-in-law Jenny had posted a Note called “My Constant Heart.” It was a wonderful poem about herself and her dear love, to whom she has been happily married for 3 years. It was such an awesome poem that I asked if I could share it here on my blog, and she graciously agreed. So here it is:

My Constant Heart
by Jenny Kruschke

In these times of disarray, I am still in constant shock,
At the all-together disregard for happiness and peace.
The heart is thrown out the window,
Controlled further by the selfish mind.
I am at a loss of how to understand this self-destructive world.
Simple traits such as hope and trust,
Are drowned in today’s need for selfish gain.
Hypocritical beings surround me, and I know guilt lies within me as well.
A claim of perfection is beyond me, but a promise of hope thumps
Against a heart aching for peace, fighting with envy, but joyous in love.
Every dream I hold inside I watch given away,
Taken for granted and wasted on such undeserving souls.
I struggle against the envy, but I never lose hope.
While my heart and soul are ever-changing, they somehow also remain constant.
Love never leaves them, only growing within me,
Expanding with each day lived in a life shared with my One and Only.
A hunger still stirs within me, from a simple touch, a kiss, a whisper.
Never longing for something new or different,
No sliver of doubt.
Just the constant need for love from the one who holds my heart,
Treasures it within his own unwavering soul.
I may be left to endure for a lifetime
My dreams and hopes and prayers going unanswered,
Wasted on so many who may throw those dreams away,
And although my heart may often ache, never could it shatter.
This bent and broken world may fall apart around us,
Torn to shreds by bitterness and ever-growing greed.
If one thing is to hold constant, one single love,
I guarantee in the midst of the rubble there we would be,
Forever clinging dearly with our hands and with our hearts.