Providence speaks ...

And, thus spake Providence ...
Of matters of the heart ...
Of mind and matter...
When the heart said it is love ...
Providence said , Nay...
Just a figment of your imagination.


When the heart skipped a beat ...
Providence  raised an eyebrow.
When the heart sighed ...
Providence flared up ...
Saying Nay again.

When will the heart ...
Be freed of the shackles ...
That Providence has tied it in?

When will the heart ever ...
Make up its mind over the ...
Matter of Providence?

When will emotions really flow ...
From where Providence resides?

When will freedom be the ...
The boon of love ?

Ah! The curse that the heart has been set upon ...
Providence the fore bearer of its truth.

In the depth of a bleeding heart ...
One finds the dagger of Providence.
Isn't that proof enough ...
To punish the sins of Providence?

Ah ! The dagger ...
Providence left no prints upon it.

So, ye come forth my slave...
Thus, spake Providence ...
looking at a morose heart ...
Melancholy strings playing...
Far away in some place ...
But, deep within in the heart ...
Smoulder the ashes of a ...
Bleeding Heart.