The Burning Heart
The Heart Is Burning
The book "The Burning Heart" features an interesting collection of ideas. Written toward the spiritual mind, as if the cover didn't indicate it, it doesn't read like a bunch of sermons. Some of the pieces have a natural -everyday air about them. Life it seems is an all consuming mystery - You feel it, You live it. It changes you. This is why I decided to devote a lens to its author.
Having read a couple of pieces of this in other venues; and having the opportunity to hear some of these works expressed. I think This is an emerging voice in the world of artful words.
That is if he, like so many of his contemporaries, could overcome his inner demons. Perhaps even find a peace, before his voice is silenced too soon.
My Heart Burns for You
In an emotional sense of the pain you feel when watching a friend slipping away, my heart ached when seeing this author. It seems sometimes you think you know a person; even in the internet age, and then you read:
Local Author Arrested
And that's just what you hear of, what if there's more?
Nevertheless, with words there is a gift to possess, and this collection has it. Even if you challenge the religion or even religion itself dissuades you; some of these pieces are just shaking.
Emotional to the point of saying, damn what must i do to be free?
Or maybe I too should leave the Xanax...
In the words of famous,
JUST SAY NO.
the art of love is taking the hand of someone you don't know
yet are connected to on so many levels
you agree to walk together to eternity
Looking back at yesterday
The promise -
of a brighter life
Dimmed by the damage I've done today.
It used to be easy
to say I'm sorry;
To right any wrong
and the world would seem fine again
Who could resist those lying eyes?
Eyes which now harbor deceit
Hiding in tears once seen as remorse
Now they seek to ease the burden of he -
How did I get caught this way?
Did I allow temptation to catch me
Do I really bear witness that all is said is true
I can't lie
It seems possible
The promise now truly greatly deferred
I was born afraid
Of my youthful arrogance
Of illicit tendencies
From what I hear there are many things that I should fear
None of which is life.
I should live,
I, who have been blessed with this gift.
So many call it life
I call it experience.
With youthful exuberance I pursue each passion
Unaware, that many of these would cost my latter years.
It seems this they should have told me first
Or perhaps they did
Perhaps in my arrogance I wouldn't listen
I couldn't hear them
Older and wiser
The vanity of youth long since dissipated
What I would see
If I proved to be beyond my younger years
The view always changes.
Thank God for allowing me the vision to produce in my life
The strength to follow the vision
And the courage to build the vision before others
~ R. Toney
There is a crier inside
Tears flooding the veins that map the man
Washing away the dirt of arrogance
The trash of deceit
The trail of failed dreams of righteousness
In his wake is a river of pain
As the lips quiver
Forgive me Lord I have sinned
The heart no longer able to contain the truth
No longer able to well the hurt
The man has chosen his lusts again
Ignoring the light within
He has chosen to wallow in darkness
Chilling the fire inside
Causing the crier to speak
Forgive us Lord we have sinned
A powerful confession
A more able cleanser than his tears alone
The break allowing the fire a breath of air
Calming the crier
Enlarging the man
Providing hope sin will soon fall away
The Burning Heart
Sin not my heart,
Resist the temptations of the deceitful one
Stand strong for you are holy for the presence of God
Let no one enter who is not of the Father
And woe unto him that seek to inhabit his place on the throne
For the gates you see shall be thy destruction
Though merciful with compassion
Honor and justice do rule the day
All who enter know this applies to you
My heart shall judge the measure of your hand
And that which is wanton is headed for doom