by: Rebecca Taylor
How quickly perspectives change
Our minds tell us we belong with one sort of person
But heart’s reactions tell us otherwise
Then comes analyzing questions
Some based on fear
Others trying to find the logic
Truth is love is not analytical
Based on trust and faith.
Moments of joy based on balance
Like two kayakers paddling in harmony to stay afloat
Pointed in the right direction
When things begin to go askew
They can be corrected.
Words said but not understood
Non comprehension at what was uttered
Sometimes we must look past the words to find the meaning
Protection comes in many forms
Hearts and minds have shields of armour
Sometimes it is the tongue, sharp witted like a blade
That slices the pain or shifts the blame.