Heart(soul)sick –
Our hearts are such vulnerable
parts of us…
No – not the muscle beating
incessantly in our chests…
But the ‘heart of hearts’…
That emotional place in our
being…
That place that brings the
richest joys…
That place that brings the
deepest agonies…
Maybe – this ‘heart’ is truly our
soul…
Sin is what makes our soul so
vulnerable…
My sin makes my soul sing…
My sin makes my soul weep…
Others’ sin makes my soul sing…
Others’ sin makes my soul weep…
I have placed a shroud on my
soul…
By the things I have done…
By the things I have left undone…
You have placed a shroud on my
soul…
By the things you have done…
By the things you have left
undone…
The agony in my soul today brings
much…
Tears…
Wailing…
Slobbering…
Headache...
Redness…
Abandonment…
Longing…
A hope to make all better…
A knowledge that this is
impossible…
A Mirror rules the day…
A Reflection of the sin that
rules the soul...
A terror-filled moment…
A resigned sigh…
An understanding…
The soul is vulnerable…
It needs saving from itself…
It needs saving from others…
Ironmongery and tree…
These will supply the altar…
An Innocent will supply the
sacrifice…
Life will seep around the iron…
Life will flow down the tree…
Flecks of iron…
Splinters of tree…
Droplets of Life…
A recipe for the heart(soul)sick…
Yes – the Mirror rules the day…
A Reflection restored…
A terror-filled moment vanished…
A sigh of relief…
A repaired understanding…
In this life the soul will always
be vulnerable…
But this life is now no concern
for the soul…
For it is the Life to come…
This makes the soul leap for joy…
For in the Life to come…
Tears – wiped away…
Agony – banished…
Abandonment – forgotten…
A soul forgiven…
A soul at peace...
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