Discipline your heart

Discipline your heart
He said
What a moronic thing to think
I bet
That all the love I’ve felt
Is in heaven now.

I’m nobody
Without a heart that’s wild and free
To give.

Do I dare or do I dare explain?

But he
Is quiet now and far away.
Lying in his bed
With Jesus looking over
And Mary’s warm tears dripping in his mouth.

A kiss. That’s disciplined. And sober.

Discipline my heart. I not.