The Brain and the Heart ran into each-other one day
at the Soul's door,whose house had been stolen
After a formal greeting ( they had in common a distant respect)
they entered the house and left their presents.
The Brain had brought a cup full of reasons, ancient and newer wise thoughts,
conclusions of others and of his own,
all his wrinkled substance he had brought.
The Heart had a small bottle with a small, very small quantity
of love essence in it.
In respect to the Soul's sorrow, they exchanged no words, and left
each in their own direction, to live end exist separately.
Well, they knew their presents would be enough to refurnish the Soul's home.
From this steeple,
I can watch you zigzag
Unconditionally,
Following your own paths,
Building your own bridges,
Paving your own roads,
And I know that God is watching
From every angle.
I find sweetness in the tartness
Of life among solemn peasants
Who safeguard their own incompetence,
Produced by their own selves.
When God shouts upon deaf ears
It is somewhat frivolous,
Yet I relish time bestowed upon us
In light, restored by the effects
Of His deflection against evil.
I am rewarded the wealthiest of vantages,
The freshest drops of rain,
The cool winds on a summer's day
And the admiration of passersby
Who dote upon the base of my design.
Still, many of you fail to recognize
The cause of my existence.
Sculpted by a man
You probably do not know,
Erected by an architect
Who signed a legal document,
I am a cost for your society.
You put your change in a bucket.
This is not the house of God - You are.
This house is your ongoing struggle with recognition.
This is where you come for solace and Bingo.
This house has been both glorified and corrupted
In vein
For far too long.