My Foolish Heart

For the longest time, we were told to FOLLOW our hearts and never fold. If I might dare just this once to be so bold; May God bless their dear souls. But perhaps they were wrong. There is a way to keep the heart strong. Why not LEAD our hearts with a spirited song? Like a quake-driven tsunami from the ocean sprung; May we LEAD our hearts forcefully till our day is done. Yes, I have eyes, but I do not see, even when the roses beckon for me. It's as if I am sleep-walking, when not a soul is talking. I have ears but do not hear. even on midnights bright and clear. It's like I am blaming it on aging. Or is it the devil lurking and chasing? I have feet in love with walking; and I listen intently to them talking. But they step in the wrong direction. I don't even think about their protection. It's not aging that's to blame but misbehaving. I try to change, but sometimes it's really no use. It's my foolish heart, always seeking to inflict abuse. Trust me when I say, it never fails to be my foolish heart that forces me to doubt the truth, to trust the untrusting, and believe the unbelievable. May God help my foolish heart. 040122PSCtest, My Foolish Heart, L. Milton Hankins