A Pure Heart
I wake in the morning
My gut tense with fear
Going nowhere fast, revving hard
I’m stuck in first gearI have a coffee
Trying to clear my head
Before my thoughts spill out
Into something I saidI then think of him
And have done since he died
His gaze unwavering
I never knew him to hideHe never seemed worried
About being left behind
And his ignorance never
Seemed to clutter his mindBehind his kindness
And out of view
He was on praying terms
With a God I once knewAnd was it by accident?
Or was it by design?
That he had a pure heart
And a calm, simple mindWhen I was with him
I forgot panic and fear
And basked in the warmth
Of having love near
so well said, George was and will always be love, amen
bwcarey
January 21, 2015 at 4:32 pm