We can test the substance of our own integrity and love when we witness what flows from our hearts when someone disagrees. This is often hidden. However, what is done in secret is the essence of our being.
The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.
THE HEART OF THE MATTER Chaos bleeds the land; Nothing thrives well when there is great divide; It’s the heart issues that move a man; tolerance must be on all sides.
