A heart once weak, now strong anew,
A gift of life from one who flew,
A failing beat, once full of strife,
Is granted now a second life.
Through vessels dark with blocked disease,
Where breath was labored, hard to ease,
A donor’s heart, with steady hand,
Is placed with care, in hope it stands.
The surgeon’s skill, precise and true,
A life restored, to journey through.
With valves once torn now strong and bright,
A heart begins its rhythmic flight.
From broken muscle, scarred by time,
To one that beats in steady rhyme.
No more the ache of failing breath,
No longer weighed by shadowed death.
Yet still the trials are not done,
The journey’s course is just begun.
For while the heart beats strong and clear,
Rejection’s whisper lingers near.
A patient waits with hope in hand,
On lists so long, in every land.
Until the call, the fateful sound,
A heart is found, the wait unwound.
Through sleepless nights and days of care,
The donor’s gift is held with prayer.
A match made close, a soul renewed,
With thanks for one who life pursued.
For every pulse, a gift of grace,
Another’s heart now takes its place.
In life and loss, they intertwine,
Two hearts now beat in rhythm’s line.
