Oh my timid heart,
Tis passion you command.
For better or for worse,
My attention you demand.
For reason governs logic
Guiding A to B to C,
But a tug of the nostalgic
Will bend reason to its knee.
And so my timid heart
Forget not what you are.
Though you incur the hurts,
You also set the bar
For how long you shall endure
The intensity of offense,
You have power to move on
From the pains you can diminish.
So look to the horizon.
You were never meant to be
Confined, stalled, or stagnant
Go forth, my heart, run free.
Tag: passion
Passions Swayed
A fight against the stream,
Is not certain to entail,
A cold and stubborn heart,
Or a vain, malicious rebel.
So too it would be rash,
To generalize the other way,
And assume the rogue is just,
Making choices as he may.
The key is not the fight,
Tis conviction from within,
Inspired by the Holy Spirit,
Or temptation from Satan.
Thus aspire to know,
What forces influence,
The passions of the heart,
And flow without hindrance.
For we live within a time,
None thinks himself a pawn,
Humanism at its worst,
Ground the enemy may have won.
First we must admit,
Our weakness to this theme,
A plight of self-delusion,
Ignoring our tendencies.
Choice is not removed,
There is responsibility,
But we are not as objective,
As we think we may be.
Phantasm Dismayed
There is a dusty road,
In a vacant town,
Where no one lives,
And there is no sound.
It was once a great city,
Populated with thinkers,
Filled with ideas,
And numerous speakers.
But now they are gone,
Dead and buried today,
Replaced with shadows,
Phantasm dismayed.
They lurk in the darkness,
Only seen by the light,
That by chance shines upon them,
And reveals such a sight.
Oh what they would do,
If they merely would speak,
Igniting conversation,
Inspiring to think.
Break free from your prison,
Think not on your fear,
Abandon your fortitude,
Your salvation is near.
