Heart and Soul
The bleak despair of devastation
is what defines the crushing
of the human soul. The debate
over the seat of the soul
and the heart of the matter
represents an arcane mystery
to science, but it is no mystery
that the heart, or the soul
is a delicate instrument devised
by nature to pacify and ennoble
her creatures. We are designed
to love and be loved. Our
emotions rely on the assurance
that those to whom we are
closest in intimacy and
inheritance care deeply for
us and our well-being is
assured when we return that
trust and devotion. Remove
that fundamental assurance and
the soul is destroyed, the world
becomes a place of desolation.
The heart is bereft and the soul
wanders friendless and abandoned.
Existence becomes a burden to
be rejected when a casual cruelty
or a calculated spurning becomes
reality to that friable awareness
dependent on mutual adoration.
Saturday, June 24, 2017
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Poetry
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