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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Wangui

Wangui, with a heart as wide as the sky,
Always reached out, a tear in her eye.
For orphans she'd bake, for beggars she'd sew,
Her kindness a river, forever to flow.

One day, on her doorstep, a basket so frail,
An old woman huddled, weathered and pale.
"Please, Mama," she whimpered, "a morsel to eat,
My strength is all gone, my spirit can't meet..."

Wangui rushed in, a plate piled with stew,
But a young voice arose, sharp and untrue.
"Mama, why her? We barely have bread!
Give to strangers, while ours go unfed?"

Tears welled in Wangui's eyes, a truth hitting hard,
Charity's song, in a new light, was heard.
Her own hungry child, a love long ignored,
The wellspring of kindness, neglected, deplored.

That night, by the fire, a new wisdom bloomed,
Love's circle begins where it's first assumed.
Wangui embraced both, a lesson well learned,
Charity's flame, in her own heart, returned.

Now, plates full and laughter filled every room,
For love that starts inward, forever will bloom.
Wangui still shared, but with a heart more complete,
Charity's journey, a beautiful feat.

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