My Heart

My heart is an organ none like any other It pumps and pumps giving life to my body, and whispering symphonies to my brain. Like stones trod upon it has silently endured pain It demands my attention, judging with each meal I swallow It keeps me company thumping...thumping... Thumping peacefully to my African rhythm. My heart is a beauty biologists admire, monitoring its every action, as with an infant fresh from Mama's womb. It speaks but its intentions misunderstood, and faces a new nemesis at doing good. As far as East from West it knows no boundary or Geography It cherishes that which my mind is unable to, guiding my decisions through all dilemmas. My heart is no Professor, for its wisdom has no limitations or knowledge by words written or told . My heart, my heart... Is not mine, but a gift that He has allowed me to borrow.