What if God breaks my heart again?

painting:  Christian Schloe   The Heartache





I just read this poem by Sandra Cisneros on another poetry site, and it blew me away!

God Breaks the Heart Again and Again Until It Stays Open                 after a quote from Sufi Inayat Khan

But what if my heart is a 7-Eleven after       its third daytime robbery in a week? What if my heart is a piñata trashed to        tissue and peppermint shrapnel? What if my heart is a peeled mango bearing        an emerald housefly? What if my heart is an air conditioner        weeping a rosary of rusty tears? What if my heart is Sebastião Salgado’s        sinkhole swallowing another child? What if my heart is Death Valley in        wide-view Cinemascope? What if my heart is a chupacabrón        chanting, Build the wall? What if my heart is the creepy uncle’s        yawning zipper? What if my heart is a Pentecostal babbling        a river of tongues? What if my heart is the cross-eyed Jesus        bought at the Poteet flea market? What if my heart is El Paso, Texas, in bed        with the corpse of Ciudad Juárez? What if my heart is unhinged from the        weight of its lice-ridden wings? What then for an encore, oh my soul, when        you have blessed me a        hundredfold?