The Lords Bell Ringer

Dearest Heart,
You are a champion!
God’s parting gift at birth,
Tucked securely, and blanketed in love,
An expanding travel case for our worth..
An experiences, and deeds to lay before Him
When we leave this Earth.
You beat the drum to an infinite army
Blockading the enemies of our minds,
At times, when emotionally blind
We think we can out smart the infantry.
You are The Lords bell ringer
The ordain postmaster of prayers,
Many a bright, sunny day, soul singer,
An unmasked musketeer from all of our layers.
You mirror everything that we feel in great detail
Retaining what surely could be your demise..
But even a postmaster’ receives personal mail,
An ‘on the contrary’ surprise!
Sweet cotton candy on our carnival ride
You stick with us in our finest hour,
And when we fall to pieces, you remain by our side..
A soldier, in a field, in a rain shower.
You are the cathedral of our very soul
Tabernacle of our inner voice,
Heart, the kite that flies to our old,
A starburst when we make the right choice!
You are known all over the world as care
Walking amongst catastrophic feelings,
Talking to us about fixing despair
And about how every bless-ed heartbeat..
Is a seedling!
You always ring the bell faithfully
When we achieve our unknown purpose,
Without you, we would become lost, gradually,
And fade to the inner of darkness!

Heart.

Thank you so very much for reading my poems!

Be safe in the world!

Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)

 

 

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