The Brooch - A Trophy of Honour

A brooch of great beauty sits in my chest

Like a medal, hard won for doing my best

A trophy of honour, I wear with some pride

As battered and bruised I have earned this prize

I realised my worth, my role in this world

I stopped playing games, no fakery or guise

Proceeded to give love, compassion

And forgiveness a try

As I’ve sown and scattered

And tended these seeds

They’ve rooted and grown far

Beyond my deeds

The Brooch which I wear pulsates in my chest

Encrusted with jewels from all of my quests

It’s the pulse of Creation, a gentle soft hum

This Brooch is my heart, it’s a beautiful one

In sync with Creation our hearts pulse and hum

As we venture in love all fear cast aside

We meet with ourselves, a mirror reflects

And i get to see the jewels in your chest!