“Old Heart, New Heart”

Vile words spoken 

from the deepest crevice within 

the darkest cave corner, 

but a blind amphibian, 

groping at the blackness, 

flailing for the first thing it could happen 

upon to slash with claws of fear and doubt: 

 

This was the old heart: 

Void of Godly love, 

or any purity, grace, or compassion: 

a demon of pungent vapor, 

a wisp in the corner; 

quietly poised at the first chance 

to devour and destroy anything beautiful or holy.... 

 

Fearlessly meek, 

Tirelessly gentle, 

Forever faithful 

In heart, in practice, 

A divine grace, 

The Antelope could not catch you, 

leaping over the tallest grass, 

Unafraid, free, while you believe 

with your whole being, 

that when you fall back, 

arms out, smiling in free bliss, 

knowing that you will land 

in the most divine arms of Godly love, 

where he keeps us free, forevermore. 

 

This is the New Heart: 

Void of vile intention, 

filled with the fearless love of grace, 

an Angel of compassion and gratitude, 

a Redwood pillar, 

Roots thriving in the Earth of God's creation, 

Ready to walk with hands clasped 

in each side of the Saviour, 

Feet burning a brand new road, 

paved in God's fire, cleansing to ashes.... 

ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, 

new heart burning with devotion, and humbled by God: 

The latter heart, I now give to you, my dearest friend.

 

Copyright 2015 Gypsea Salt

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