I highly suspect that
a heart such as yours
is cunning with its view
yet ultra pure of feeling
quite stronger than steel
but lovelier than oak
do not doubt nor
question such a gifted
organ
a man's heart is his
license for good
whether he uses it
or not
in his deeper most self
that ability is there
the ability to love
and see through
the selfishness
that others set out
in the world
like garbage on the sidewalk
and call that their best
I say walk passed that garbage
shove it aside
or barrel right through it
to the truth
no matter what you fear
you may find
few have the guts
in their deepest selves
to reveal to the world
the harsh beauty
that is their hidden scars
that's the kind of heart
though that
you , the poet
you, the man
you, the devout lover of God
have
no doubt circles my words
the truth of what I share
is too bright
to let such shadows of question
that you have
sit even for a moment
at their farthest fringe
we become the goodness
that God creates us to be
from birth unto death
we bloom
out growing our scars
as we become
more and more free..........
(Jan. 30, 2011 1104pm)