This heart is somewhat jagged, overgrown
with dense debris,
I lost my way so carelessly
amidst the rampant weeds
and seldom did I realise-
if I had stopped to look, I would have seen quite quickly-
that my soul was off the hook.
This jagged heart shaped garden is a
complex little space,
it needs quite much attention to
reveal its perfect place,
it truly needs a vast amount
of rain and loving care, but apathetic actions
bring it to despair.
Then I need to find a quiet place to
sit and think, and
in this un-kept garden would be
just such a niche,
oh but with it overgrown now
I can only hide, amongst the thorns and brambles
whose existence I abide,
I weep at how the state of it has left
me a recluse.
What should be a vast array of
peace and tranquil splendour
is wilderness, that now presents
a mountain to endeavour .
I really should have taken time to keep
it blossoming bright,
I really should have pulled the roots
of all those weeds I cut,
kept the water flowing on my
green and lushes pasture, I really should have taken
time to daily keep it checked.
Clipped and raked and nurtured, but it seemed not
as all that held me back - all that
kept me thwarted. Amiss
I do now find myself as I
seek serenity; I sold it out - My garden - is
not what it ought to be.
'Keep my words written on your heart'
'All things that are lovely - think upon these things'
'In ALL of your ways acknowledge him and he will make your path straight'
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