This Heart: Poems from the universe inside

Poems that arrive like gentle reminders that life is happening — right now, right here — and it’s trying to tell you something. Following the quiet cult success of Julian of Norwich’s Teabag — described by Bono in the New York Times as his ‘favourite book no one’s heard of’ — poet and broadcaster Martin Wroe returns with this luminous new collection. His work bridges the spiritual and the secular with the grace of someone who’s not trying to win an argument — it just tells the truth beautifully and often makes you laugh along the way. This breath that calls to stillness This heart that holds a universe This fleeting understanding That both are still expanding Every day is a poem. The trees bowing to each other in the breeze. The cyclist pedalling through the air. That song about you on the radio. A robin waiting for you to answer her question. A loved one whose life is disappearing. Poem or prayer, psalm or song, all the same exercise in getting silence to cough up some truth. Every day is a poem. And everyone we meet.  This heart does not exist This heart is a metaphor This heart is a poem The truest thing of all