(((2010 Valentine: Change of Heart)))
Father,
You’re boring deep
Too deep
For me
Digging beneath
The surface of my heart
Hollowing it out within
Scraping out things
That
Burn
Hurt
Hate
And squirm
Pulling out my
Dark and dirty
Secrets
Habits
Wants
You are not afraid
Of the darkness within me
It cowers in the face of your light
The fears of the night
Are conquered
By that same, pure light
Casting your flame
To every nook and corner
You sweep
Dust
Polish
Repaint
This heart of mine
That I have given to you
But only years ago
Your patience
Is Virtue
Your hands
Forever…gentle
As you being to work
With what is yours
And yours alone
Sometimes I feel it
Sometimes I don’
Sometimes I pretend
That I can feel both
My games are
Games
Twisted as they are
Yet you play them
With me
Changing the pieces
From junk to gems
And rewriting the rules
Of my heart
Tearing up the scorecard
And autographing
My rulebook
You place my games
On a shelf
Another time
You tell me
Another day
You say
For you’ve swept my heart clean
Polished ‘til it gleamed
Shiny and bright
To see yourself
In me
I’m scared, Daddy
So worried, Father
What if I mess it up
Again?
Your smile is an ocean
Your arms are the universe
Your heart
Can handle mine
With a touch of a whisper
A hint of fruit flavor
You remind me
Of a future
A hope
A sigh
A prayer
My hand is in yours
My heart is all yours
And today
I hear, a whisper
From me to you,
Always,
Happy Valentine’s Day, my Heavenly Father
You’re boring deep
Too deep
For me
Digging beneath
The surface of my heart
Hollowing it out within
Scraping out things
That
Burn
Hurt
Hate
And squirm
Pulling out my
Dark and dirty
Secrets
Habits
Wants
You are not afraid
Of the darkness within me
It cowers in the face of your light
The fears of the night
Are conquered
By that same, pure light
Casting your flame
To every nook and corner
You sweep
Dust
Polish
Repaint
This heart of mine
That I have given to you
But only years ago
Your patience
Is Virtue
Your hands
Forever…gentle
As you being to work
With what is yours
And yours alone
Sometimes I feel it
Sometimes I don’
Sometimes I pretend
That I can feel both
My games are
Games
Twisted as they are
Yet you play them
With me
Changing the pieces
From junk to gems
And rewriting the rules
Of my heart
Tearing up the scorecard
And autographing
My rulebook
You place my games
On a shelf
Another time
You tell me
Another day
You say
For you’ve swept my heart clean
Polished ‘til it gleamed
Shiny and bright
To see yourself
In me
I’m scared, Daddy
So worried, Father
What if I mess it up
Again?
Your smile is an ocean
Your arms are the universe
Your heart
Can handle mine
With a touch of a whisper
A hint of fruit flavor
You remind me
Of a future
A hope
A sigh
A prayer
My hand is in yours
My heart is all yours
And today
I hear, a whisper
From me to you,
Always,
Happy Valentine’s Day, my Heavenly Father
© Sara Harricharan