Hearts Song… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Even if you don't believe in a god.
You have to understand there-is-good
There-is-evil and address, which side you're on.
And, whatever side you lean
This will become your heart's song.

Warm kind or either, cold and mean.
So, ask yourself, what you'd wish to sing.
Would you rather walk in flower meadows?
Or sink in a marsh, a quagmire of your own making.
One moving gratefully forwards.

Or the other; just stagnating sinking
So, ask yourself, what you'd wish to sing.
As this will become your heart's song.
And remember love and hate
They're close, but they aren't two of a kind.