Compost
You believe your inner feelings are a private realm
Hidden from view
Invisible
Like an imaginary friend.
But whatever is harboured deep within your heart
Becomes your signature,
Your imprint
Your lasting scent.
It is etched upon your face
And leaks from your gaze.
It informs your expression
Until it is fixed there, for all to see.
Look around you –
Every person is an open book.
Tone of voice, choice of phrase,
Actions, habits, thoughts
Greed attracts greed
Hatred breeds hatred
Light inspires
Kindness opens a door.
Everything is a mirror
To the harboured feelings
In the heart.
Don’t wait for God to reveal to you the obvious.
Your heart is a sacred garden.
Begin your gardening project now
Clear and cultivate your inner soil.
Those old and painful experiences, once uprooted,
Will make excellent compost.