Girl Disappointed in Love
January 22, 2009
by Karol Wojtyla
With mercury we measure pain
as we measure the heat of bodies and air;
but this is not how to discover our limits–
you think you are the center of things.
If you could only grasp that you are not:
the center is He,
and He, too, finds no love–
why don’t you see?
The human heart–what is it for?
Cosmic temperature. Heart. Mecury.
Guess who Karol Wojtyla is.
ooh ooh! I know!
Now, did you know before you read this? If so, why haven’t I heard before now?
well of course I knew who he was before I read this. I’ve always known his name. Haven’t you?
I guess not. I didn’t remember that he was such a jack of all trades. Though now, when I force my memory, I vaguely remember a couple comments about his acting. –but never his name. You win the prize!
The heart can be fickle, such a mercurial thing,
A silver shiny liquid prone to fall as well as spring.
But love and heart must never
Be bound in mind together
And quickly must be severed
Lest a loss of hope it brings.
For love stands far surer;
Its light burns far purer.
And it does endure o’re
Life’s hot tempering.
So rest all disappointment
For HIS love is our hurt’s ointment
And it’s here by HIS appointment
To allow our soul to sing.
For we are the center,
Not a selfish representer,
But an example that HE meant for
The whole world’s rescuing.
So worry not mercury’s fire
Or the hears faltering desire
For love alone was sired
In the bosom of the KING.
I think I know…
I know, and I heard him at UDub in Pensacola. If you recall, it was riveting, almost.
shoot. wrong Karol. nevermind . . . ugh.
I realize that everyone is dancing around saying it. Instead of playing Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me, I’ll answer my own guessing game.
Pope John Paul II.
Correct! And now you’ve won Anna’s voice on your home answering machine!
wait a second…