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.
Donâ€™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 heartâ€™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.
â€œO, No! â€œNot todayâ€ 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; â€œHey, youâ€ 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 fishermanâ€™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
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 â€œThose 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.â€