The Scenic Route

 

It seems so long ago

it was family

and kingdom

and God

to which we gave our lives.

 

Now we live for heart.

 

It sounds so nice: ‘the heart’.

 

But many things can sound

so nice.

 

In any case,

the heart of which we speak

can’t

be seen. Much like God.

 

And yet the heart is what I walk with.

I haven’t God,

I’ve only heart

—my only sword and shield

on a road our generation took

of buried god

and awkward heart.  

 

So what to do but hope

it’s just the scenic route

to a better grasp

of both.