A twisted heart,
Tender and trampled
Pierced by briars of deceit
Resting within conceited brambles.
Resounding with resonating bells
Beating like a drum in time
to the downbeat this heart felt.
Trust, it’s a hard thing to come by.
When that heart is pierced,
It gushes out like water,
Flowing alongside blood,
Signifying the death of something real.
Just a word with a meaning so great
To demonstrate the difference between a commoner
And a King.
It means everything to most.
How does one bring life back to this downtrodden,
Dead holey heart?
Is there a way to fill it up again?
It can’t be patched up
Fixed by the mechanic
For a discounted fee because
You’re a regular customer;
It must be purchased anew:
Refreshed entirely and placed in a body
That is willing to forgive.
It takes time to manufacture,
And more often than not
The dealer strikes a bargain
If you would listen to Him.
When he tells you to open to the pain again,
Surrender your nerves that tense your hurting soul
When the knives and scalpels come
With no warning or sedative.
Clench your teeth, cause you may need some grit
To bear it when it comes,
Because the poisonous knot in your heart
Hurts when it comes out.
The irony is, once you open your tear streaked face
You notice something quite astounding.
A silhouette standing in front of you.
All you can see is warm eyes and bright glowing teeth.
You look upon yourself, covered in blood,
Realizing it’s not your own,
But that of the one in front of you,
Who took your hurt upon himself,
So that you won’t hurt anymore.
He transplanted his heart into your empty vessel
So that you can love again,
So that you can trust again,
Although, quite frankly,
You have no reason to.
The world gets brighter and it all makes sense;
He paid the price,
And you’ve been forgiven ever since.
And just like that,
You let go.
(photocredit to http://mdanisi.blogspot.com/2011/04/newness-of-life.html)
Copyright Garrick Beckles @ May 2014.