Whispers

What is it about you 
That drives me so crazy?
My heart knows
You wouldn’t hurt me
But my head 
Has a silver tongue
Its whispers tell me of thirst
And I suddenly thirst
Unquenchable and ravenous
I dig deeper
Through my muddy memories
Wanting for confirmation water
To pour over my head 
To fill me up with His Holy Promises
I’m not mistaken
But
The heart is the
True Knower Of Things
With its quiet voice
It cries from a distance
And is lost in the noise
Or mistrusted for the head’s
Misleading whispers
But it must be heard
Because it keeps the ground 
At my feet
And forces risks on me
To take them 
Is to live well
And to dismiss them
Is to become slave
To the whispers.

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