Pulse

Kings and warriors,
Lovers and thieves--
all the rush that leaves
their hearts aflutter,
racing with time, but
time doesn't stop…right?

A beat, a pulse,
a timeless rhythm.
A metronome, given
no chance to quiet
the restless part--
Tick-tock, heart.

The past holds regrets,
yet the heart never frets
over that, for the present
promises from those who went
before…but the future, yes
the future--you'll never guess
the great riches you'll store!
All your heart's desires and more.
It's all worth it, in the end,
to worry, to steal, to never spend
time considering (as one ought!)
that the damage, the charges brought
from the Searcher of the heart,
were self-imposed, from the start.

The pulse will stop,
the beating will end,
the rush will seem
like a foul dream
when it too is past.
The Judge, at long last
called that heart to give
account for how it lived.

Tick-tock, the heart--
it's time to depart.

Had you loved good,
you never would
have been on this track;
Love you still lack.
You didn’t trust the One
who could save you from
your wicked, wicked soul
and your ever-deadly pulse.