To My Heart

Be still, my heart.
Let go this tortured yearning
For precious moments that fate has stolen away.
Discard these self-made prison gates:
Irretrievable pasts, impossible futures,
Useless thorns on some chimeric rose.

Be still, and search the silent depths within
Where lies the hidden truth of things:
Eternity’s mystic symphony wrought
From Time’s confounded jarring chords,
Heaven’s secret purpose veiled
In Earth’s desperate broken fairytale.