in all their glory

keep your heart burning with love and rage,
as long as there's something shaking the cage,
as long as it's beating and writhing and feeling,
watch it fly
from ceiling to ceiling.

keep it beating through the pain,
through laboured beats,
through guilt and shame,
a battered heart can still bring joy,
like a small child's chosen scruffy toy.

as long as there's a lesson learnt,
for beautiful light a candle is burnt,
in every bruise there hides a story,
so flash their colours
in all their glory.