The Boughs Of The Heart

The strongest branch that beats within
is one that is pure in ivory truth
since it was grown with honesty
about what flows so deep inside.

No season rises to slay the spread
of what is faithful to the roots,
they are those values and nurturing desires
that truly make the base of life
have a power for perseverance.

How many begin to ascend,
to dream of towering over others,
but they break and bend so easily
because what gives them real identity
comes from a core that is weak and decaying,
always infected by termites
from the disease of deception.

But the true quercus in mortal form
stands in the steadfast pose,
ever stalwart to things that last
instead of what will fade soon enough.

For there is no inspiration better
than the simple faithfulness that doesn’t die,
it is always expanded in obedience
unto what actually gives life,
content to tower in the mind
by being so secure in existence.