O Heart

Be careful, O heart,

Whom you give yourself to.

Not so much for your own sake

But for the sake of your keeper.

For, you see, your needs are so many

And your demands so insatiable

That it would require infinite resources

To satisfy you.

O heart, you are so fragile!

And those walls you have errected

Don’t do you any good,

For you have already been wounded

And the scar takes time to heal

And everyone knows that hidden wounds

Only fester,

So the one  you give yourself to

Must be a genlte lover,

A bearer of truth and light,

One patient enough to see through your smoke screen

Of fake smiles, lip service and self-contradiction,

One who can see you fully and yet still love you,

Always.

O heart don’t be so quick to point fingers

At those that don’t give you what you want

Because you withold so much of yourself

While demanding higher standards

Than you are willing to live by.

O heart you can be so deceptive!

You say you don’t want things that you do

And are drawn to things that are destructive

You seem to have acquired a suicidal appetite

And an attraction for vices;

You enslave yourself to your own pleasures

Binding yourself to self-indulgence,

Yet you still long for for freedom.

You cry out for love without really understanding it;

You treat it like a consumer good.

You run from the very things you really need.

You suffocate those who love you

And worship those who corrupt you.

 

Face it, heart,

You really screw things up a lot for yourself.

Who could possibly win you over?

Your Keeper would have to know.

 

 

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?

-Jeremiah 17:9

 

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