A task long overdue,
And just like the rooms of my house
My heart was cluttered, too.
Like just that's undisturbed
That needed the broom of my mind
Or else they'd lie uncurbed
Sending deeper their roots,
Smothering seeds of compassion,
Nipping love's tender shoots.
With love I can make them grow.
And replace those weeds of destruction
With love's soft, golden glow.
Borne with some halting tears
Today I started heart cleaning,
Removing doubts and fears.
And sweeter notes impart.
There's music in my soul since I
Started cleaning out my heart.
