Sonnet

Whatever goes into a man from outside cannot make him unclean.
Because it does not go into his heart but through his stomach.
What matters is not the seen but unseen.
That gets us over life’s hummock.

What comes out of heart’s desire.
All those things we fear to list.
Starting with liar.
Including all from which we cannot desist.

But with most of us it’s pride.
Maybe ambition.
They’re all as bad as one another we cried.
It’s a hopeless mission.

If only we could lock love into our heart.
We could escape temptation’s dart.

Haiku

Lock love in the heart.
Escape sin’s penetrating dart
And pride’s ambition.