Hello, how are you?
It’s been too long since you last called.
Home, hearth, heart, haven are all stalled
As I’ve emigrated into a new land away from you.
I’d plan my call today, and time would slip away.
I’d plan to call next week, and find that work flays.
I’d plan to call next month, and worry about what to say.
I’d plan to call within a year and fall short of my plays.
Another year goes by, and fear sets in,
If you call, what do you say?
Your understanding of their trials are hypothetical,
And their consideration of your is stereotypical.
Do you call, or let them hang, alone in …
The wonder is those at home will adore
Hearing your voice, struggles, accomplishments,
That boost you to a fore ,
That is unattainable where they are.
Does this boost jealousy and chain your
Connection, turning it stale and hollow?
Or do you put an effort into a tour
Of empathy, compassion that help you flow?
The summer sky’s shades are all vibrant, Going from baby blue to azure to royal blue
Changing on the whim of the weather that can’t
Decide which blue suits it utmost:
Dark and depressing, or cheery and frisky?
Mainly, all are moody and try you out for a test:
Of whether its moods become yours or do you heartily
Overcome the sky’s emotional breath?
Gazing dreamily into the sky’s constellations
On a summery night, fills your breast with
Wishes and desires that abound in intentions
Of freedom to roam among them, freeing your breath.
The Constellations’ Devine joy is in being constant,
True, and unwavering attestation to God’s will:
That surmises the need for unchanged candescent
Brilliance that brings hope and faith that spill from the quill.
What is a heart?
Is just the physics of pumping blood?
Is it a chemical reaction that spurs your heart?
Or is it the emotions that empower you in a flood?
The heart full of compassion, love, passion,
And empathy, heralds horror for those who honor
Their loved ones, friends, and co-worker.
They fear their tender heart will be crushed by disillusion.
What do you inundate your heart with to keep it safe?
Do you pour cement in it to harden and protect
Your deliriously delicate heart from hurt?
Do you swamp it with frozen clumps of ice?
Or do you keep it open for more disappointment?
Fear of being wounded by others can be paralyzing,
For out of dread, you might drive those closest
To you away by building fortified walls around your heart.
Yes, hope and trust in others CAN be painful,
But do you retreat and hide?
Or do you expose your compassionate heart
To ensnare others in your warmth?
The decision is yours, of course,
But don’t miss out on life’s pleasure Just because a few experiences were sour!