Scarlet
The Bible often refers to the heart, and it symbolizes our emotions, our intellect, and our will. So, why is this something so important that we guard it? I wrote a little poetic story on the same a while back as we did the anatomy of the heart in my medicine school class a few months ago, as God slowly unfolded to me the importance of guarding my heart and reminding me of the scarlet blood that day...
SCARLET
My heart beats for you,
he said it in such grace
These beautiful words at perfect pace,
except they weren't from the Maker.
My eyes plastered on his face
such immaculate features with no foreign fissures.
No scars from a fight,
because, *really?* He either drives a car or takes a flight.
No contact with these ragamuffins whose cry is for daily muffins,
Oh no! he is of royal blood, all his steps carefully were guarded.
Yet I guard not my heart in vigilance,
my spring of life now flows for him
down the mystery valley of touch and pleasure
under his beating heart pressure.
Each beat is my command,
and I extend favors to him
yet he flexes his pride to his boys
how he found a new prize, a new toy.
I believed it was true that he loved me
thought of all the sweet words that adorned me
His utterances raised my esteem
as I believed I was his queen.
Forgetting that I was raised in Christ
Bought at a price worth more than bride price
Like my solid ring of gold is His love endure
No beginning no end yet I wasn't mature,
I compromised.
My valves let it through,
even when I was to relax I thought of you.
My walls chose to cave in
My insecurities gushing to you
You circulated them in my system
You reminded me about each of them
At every obstruction we met
you looked for another route
Rather than the root and their course
Their cause was your myogenicity
You seemed to have unlimited power
Such strength was surreal.
So I believed you'd help at the golden hour
Yet when the clock struck and I caved in
Lost myself and I gave in
You picked up pace
Continued being vague
All you said was that you were sympathetic of the fight I was going through
of whether to give in to your plans
and rather autonomous demands.
So my heart was now in your hands
bounded by lyric bands.
I was like an open book
and you read every part of me
My grace was stripped off me literally
As my gracilis moved laterally
Into my crevices you peeped
seeing the collected filth
Years and years of title deposits
in this library of acts.
Acts so insane
His name we did profane.
But how is it really,
that His love remained the same?
None of the pharisees were present here
For if they were they would have stoned me
Had it not been for the Rock
who raised the important question
Let He who has not sinned be the first to cast.
This act of ours with actors too many
So ready to adorn the closing-act white costumes
yet our hearts lust does consume
Our insides bleed from the impact of the pain
that searing pain. Aaaaargh!
So I cry out! Be it in pleasure or in pressure
why does pain bring so much pleasure
But I tingle a bit...start shaking too
at the intensity of this scene
the gravity of my sin.
I can't bend because I have soiled the ground
too conspicuous not to be found...
Cut! said the director
The scene is over
A blank screen as white as snow
"As for the scar, let it heal
As did, my SCARLET on that hill."
