The Heart of Man

My heart, a place of solitude, my place of worship, a place of pleasure, place of leisure, treasure of love, where God resides, my happy place, hidden within. At this sanctuary, not all is allowed to enter, only the admitted few, selective admittance is permitted. The world, my whole life, my struggles, my joy, pains of my inner fear is experienced here. The beauty of man is carried there, like the moon with its two sides, the ugliness of the dark side of man is hidden there. This heart of man, who can know it? With its complicated complexities, the heart of man is carried with dignity, full of grace, vigour and beauty, though mixed with greed, there is also a taste of emotions of hate, and unimaginable unfathomable touch of wickedness. It requires the alchemical fire of the divine light to purify it so that man can be metamorphosed into a demigod, become that sun of righteousness, where the true love abound. Strive to reconfigure your heart, make it a grandeur irreproachable portal where innumerable company of angels dwells. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.