To Measure The Heart

We measure the sum our days by the instrument we call time.

They are lain out before us by His mercy and grace.

They are fixed in the beginning only to slowly unwind.

Yet how do we measure the heart when in it affections are found?

Is it measured by the sweet sting of smiles, or by the gaiety of its sound?

Yea, can it even be that the heart can be measured as it is with the passage of time?

Or does it have a call of its own that is born wholly of spirit and not the mind?

I say that the heart sings of its very own song

And that it’s secure in knowing when certain things belong.

So it shall not be measured by the minute, the hour or the day.

For the breadth and the depth of a true heart is immeasurable.

And by the hearts own song it will not err in finding its way.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/1/2009

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