Against our hearts

Exclusions

Her excuse was an exclusion.
Her enemy, her heart.
She burdened not her mercy,
But tore apart the art.
Natural reactions of emotion
Were treated as a sin
And compassion never ruled her heart,
only logic was let in.

To identify the target,
there lay a careful set of rules
Some guidelines here,
some pinpoints there,
eyes snaring certain fools.

But with an eye for certain doom,
All she saw was grim and bare,
And when suddenly her heart lurched out,
There were no more gridlines there.
She fought, she denied.
Her mind nullified,
but her heart could not compare.

Compassion, mercy,
woes to feed,
no solace was found there.
What hopes,
what fears were in the world!
What heart, and needs to feel!
Living through her guidelines discounts such grace
in desperate need for repeal.

Rose colored glasses
have a glance of hope.
They revel in wonders
that the majesty provokes.
We can seek compassion, justice,
and mercy from above
but only in deciding
that lines are moveable by love.
If we think we have it right,
but our heart still becons wrong,
what have we done? Where are we now,
that those who have not lines,
can be the change our rules so bear?


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Have you ever let what you believe get in the way of what you know is right?
Have you ever seen beauty, but argued against it with logic?