The Feet Of The Heart
The heart often chooses to wander;
drifting from here to there;
the world, around it; torn asunder;
wearing its love; like hair.
The metaphysical realm is true reality;
hidden, beyond clouds above;
a perfect garden; beyond physicality;
the kingdom of truth and love.
Within its dreams; I often walk;
devoid of hands or feet;
communicating, only by thought;
there is no need to speak.
Thoughts are words of the heart;
letting others know we care;
where fools are suddenly smart;
truth and wisdom, everywhere.
Earth is a kingdom of perpetual rules;
where hands and feet are required;
a temporary place, for obstinate fools;
that supplies, whatever desired.
Heaven is the kingdom of perfection;
no hands or feet are needed;
souls dwell under angelic protection;
and God’s will is heeded.
In heaven, we return to the soul;
never again, to be torn apart;
God’s love is our total control;
love is the feet of the heart;
Monty 5.19.26. # 3,313