Several years ago, my brother collected every piece of poetry I had ever written and created a precious keepsake book entitled, "Musings Of A Sister". This place serves as a bookshelf for every train of thought, life experience, and collection of poems that have come after that book.
Friday, April 06, 2012
My heart is fraudulent more than anything.
Beyond cure, a hopeless cause,
Yet, I follow it and I let it lead like a prominent king.
An irony that I try, but consistently fail to understand,
When they say “Follow your heart”,
do they account that from the start
my heart beats for my own benefit,
a rhythm of emotion, opinion,
and false claims that leave me ice cold and feeling frostbit?
I must not rely on it.
And, if the overflow of what’s inside will cause my lips to speak,
It makes me wonder if my very words reek
with the rottenness of deceit.
So, may I not follow my heart,
But, instead, the one who made it and gave it a beat.
He searches it and inspects the mind,
Cutting deep to the core and bringing to the light
any darkness that He will find.
May my character not be defined by any circumstance,
just as the grace poured out was not merely happenstance.
“No change ofcircumstancescan repair a defect ofcharacter”- Ralph Waldo Emerson