Heart’s Tour – 5/9/2020

My Little Notebook

My heart is a buried wasteland. Pain, sorrow and utter despair. It knows nothing but anguish and strife. A battle within me ensues, like a tug-of-war within the very belly of my soul. I hear the battle cries and pleas, longing for rectitude, healing and even I daresay the almost impossible, peace. That “almost” gives me hope and I will cling to every last tattered shred of it withrelentlessclenched fists.

My heart is an abandoned temple. The hinges of the doors are torn off and the rich velvet tapestry of curtains lay dusty upon the ivory rods that held them in place. Each coloured weft interlaced back and forth in its own small pattern area by the artisan back in the days is now a faint shadow of its former glory. The light in my spirit is dimmed. The dome is caved in. Nothing is there to protect…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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