The Greatest Mystery

The Rythm and Rhyme,
that flows with the beat,
Of each Heart,
Creates a grand symphony.

It's all the same song,
yet it's always different,
Like Light and Dark,
Black and White,
A Heart is unpredictable.

All the so called "sins" of the world,
could never measure up to,
Let alone match,
A single, True Heart.

The Heart of a child,
so young and innocent,
Only to be tainted;
Yet the strong will pull through,
And understand the Light and Dark.

The Distinction,
between a True Heart,
And a hollow heart,
Is the perception of the truly Wise.

And yet,
even with all this Wisdom,
The Heart,
In all it's music, all it's wonder, all it's struggles,
Remains a mystery to all.

5/16/07