A storage shed…

The Heart cries;
Let me be a Heart!
No! says, the secrets of old;
I need you for a storage shed.

Why? Why? Why?
Says, the blood that pumps the Heart?
Easy to know says the sad, sad soul;
I have secrets hidden deep within.


Don’t pump the heart with health,
or you will spill a lot of junk!
My past of Mom and Dad.
And, fraternal family crammed with
Sealed lips and a tongue that lies.

Keep the heart’s door closed
And store the clutter of deceit.
No one will ever know says the voice
From deep down within.

The knock, knock of Revelation;*
Says; open the hearts door.
A healthy, helpful guest is waiting to come in.
“O, No! “Not today” says,
The deep throated voice from deep down within.
I am using this room for a storage bin.
I want to write stories without an end.

My stories are like; “Hey, you” and “Rin Tin Tin.”
Full of feelings that runs like a generator.
Always on limited power.
Plug me in cries the weak O soul.
Even the noise may calm my nerves.

But, but, a sputter-sputter,
That hums generation after generation,
Must guard these secrets within.
Then comes a voice like a
Peter and John;
Enough is enough of the lies that lie deep within.

Peter, the heart knows like a bouncing ball all over the place.
He even makes the seawaters seem lacking for a fisherman’s skill.
Yet a Rock for many generations he became.
When Truth saved an ear.

Beloved John! Why were you sent out to live on an
Isolated island?
The answer comes in deep-seated Revelation.
When the end of secrets come;
A New Beginning Begins!
(c) sm 10/2011

@Revelation 3:19,20 “Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.”

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