The language of the heart is not confined to time and place Its thoughts.. like stones in a brook are washed and renewed by the river of life.. It accepts the cold waters of adversity And rejoices in the warm currents that spawn new life Yet, ever a mystery to itself.. it seeks out its reflection in still ponds And speaks of its own changing face as the stream of time pours new wine in an old winskin The heart peers within itself and utters words in its own image Who knows but that the changing seasons may look down on a lively tongue and confound the language of the heart The embryo of that spirit that teams with a thousand dreams ever seeks to be reborn.. and if its graced to speak anything at all.. its final and sacred plea must be.. 'have mercy have mercy..'
The language of the heart is a special one, not for everyone to understand. There are no courses to teach it, and the simpler the rules the better results. Each and everyone has to take and retake several times an exam in sincerity to gain a full command of it. I was impressed to say the least by the poem, thank you very much.
Comments (8)
It's difficult to express how deep this is.
Perhaps there are no words, simply one heart's gratitude towards another... and that would be yours of course.
Thank for this sharing this with us!
It's difficult to express how deep this is.
Perhaps there are no words, simply one heart's gratitude towards another... and that would be yours of course.
Thank you for this sharing this with us!
as long as the heart don't turn cold as ice then will be all right. here is one for ya my friend.. kick..