Where in this life can one find
A golden heart, a heart that's pure?
A conscience that, with Peace aligned,
Can make our faith in Love assured?
Can it be found in modern man?
His search for meaning in Degrees?
In knowledge he relies upon
To cure the sickness... soul's disease?
Is it found within the mind?
The place where one's sad past resides?
Whatever will the doctors find?
Suss out the place where conscience lies?
Is it found in shifting stars?
In charts where moons and planets turn?
Can one map out this heart of ours?
Is our fate there? Assured and firm?
Is religion e'r the answer here?
Or, once more, a source of pain?
A source of strength or source of fear?
Should we search on once again?
For 'tis not the things we think,
Our pondering philosophy
Nor is it in our darkest link
With a past of misery.
It is not in ancient scrolls
Writings of the stars aligned
Nor is it works in laws of old,
A path of "goodness" wending. Blind.
It is within the heart itself
Where the Spirit has its place.
Where the Word of *** Himself
Has given us amazing grace.
His heart, more pure than gold unearthed,
He walked with man, yet was alone,
Who has an estimate of worth
Of our High Priest and Cornerstone?
Abiding in a heart of grace
That's where purity doth live!
You are looking in His face,
Behold, in persons who FORGIVE.
(C) September 20, 2014
This poem is dedicated to Mandi T Teske. Rarely have I found a person with a heart as pure as hers. She is a wondrous jewel, and appreciated by many. Bless you my friend! I'm honored to know you. ♡