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To give freely with a spirit of goodwill, only to be cast aside by a bitter chill. Gives cause to wonder of what the heart is worth, as goodness is used for evil and the dark tide of the hidden heart envelops the earth.

Saturday, August 5, 2006

The Bitter Heart Of man

What can prove the heart of man,

As he by another�s goodness devises evil

In which to rape the soul of the giving hand.

For it is by love which goodness is sown,

And yet still, even unto our own recompense

Is the return of bitter fruit shown.

For who can know the heart of man,

Save one, save Him who knows as we are even known.

Therefore I shall recoil from discernments gray

And I vow that I shall retreat this day.

For it is by hearts goodness which brings much grief,

It is by the sincerity of soul that brings cause to weep.

For what can prove the heart of man?

Nothing�no not anything can.

J. Allen Wilson � Eight 2006

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Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on August 6, 2006

Allen, only love can prove the heart of man ...

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on August 6, 2006

A painfully sagacious write, Allen. You've masterfully captured the view of many herein. "...he by another's goodness devises evil..." there is an overwhelming amount of this going on in our darkly troubling times.
Much to ponder. Well done, Poet.
Peace,
Carolyn

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

Your poetry makes me want to weep for the condition the world is in.
I've been doing that a lot lately! Spendid poem Allen , and I certainly know how you feel!

Eileen

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

Profoundly insightful with much beauty in its truthfulness despite the pain of the specific truth observed.
Aberjhani

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

The heart is only as good as what one programs it with.

Jealousy and envy and rancor and hatred etc. etc. etc. can only become amplified when one allows it to inhabit the heart.

The mind is the battlefield, but the heart is the garden from which the fruit of who we are is ripened.

You have exposed something here that is scary!

Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

The heart of man is in his/her trust, compassion, charity, dedication,companionship, camaraderie,attention to details, friendship, defense and love. There is a combination of hosts of the heart that makeup the heart. Such a tiny organ for the energy that is there...amazing.
Susan

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

Allen

You expose the rotten apple at the bottom of man's soul..
Corrupt since the day he was born..

Peter

Reviewed by Rebecca Burns (Reader)

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

Wonderful writing.
Rebecca

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

Gonna have to disagree with the premise of this one, Al, as there has got to be a way to prove the "heart of man", as man in the generality of being human has a heart and shows it to those closest to him, so it stands to reason that proving that heart to exist should be relatively easy...(thanks for Happy Birthday wishes over the phone, you two folks are certainly a trip, LOL) Peace,
ed & rufuz

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

Your poem is the cry in the darkness which is not heard by many, thus the evil hearts of men are clouding their view, not the darkness. However, there is one who can save man from his bitter heart. Jesus died for that purpose. Let us live to keep that alive.
God Bless,
Lew

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

For who can know the heart of man,
Save one, save Him who knows as we are even known.

How very true, J. Allen.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on August 5, 2006

I fear your words speak more truth than not, poet. Mankind seems to be a cesspool of hidden and not-so-hidden horror which us unleashed upon the innocent. Still, taking your words at face value, even the innocent have well-kept and hidden terror to abide.

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