Evening Poems: A Healer

I broke my heart one day, 

Fell to pieces in the day to day fray. 

Shattered shards of red clay 

So I put them in bag and went on my way, 

To find a healer to make me okay. 

I have heard tales of father time 

Tales and poems and even a rhyme. 

So to his house I did climb. 

Hoping to find father time. 

I found him sitting for a meal, 

Hoping he’d take me up on a deal. 

“If this heart you can heal, 

Unto you, I shall kneel.” 

Father time did not conceal, 

The frown in his face he did reveal. 

“I cannot make a heart feel. 

Tis a law I can’t repeal.” 

“Only the maker of the heart of clay 

Can give the healing you so crave. 

If you wish to heal this day, 

You’ll heed my words, I do pray.” 

“But of this, take close note, 

This isn’t a quick antidote.” 

“If this pain you wish to release, 

To put It back together, 

He must have every piece.”