A Warm Heart is a contagious infection.
I’ve been to a place where it runs rampant.
Though attempts have been made to stifle the outbreak,
It’s apparent in every village encampment.
When caught, the symptoms are quite evident,
Changed perspective, altered thought, priority confusion.
I think back to the time when my life was ideal,
But now it’s messed up and my ideal an illusion.
Though come to think of it, I feel vitalized.
Perhaps these people aren’t sick, but have been cured,
Of a disease that spreads the westernized realm.
A plague that so long I had mindlessly endured.
Nevertheless it remains contagious,
But from compassion you want it to spread.
Your friends, your family and mostly the Church,
Because it exhibits the Wine and the Bread.
So you remember your trip with great affection.
Changed perspective, altered thought, priority confusion.
I caught a major bug that took over my body.
And God woke me up from a life of delusion.





