I have a heart condition. It’s a secret to most. Those who have deeply known me over a long period of time just accept the processes of life. Eyes dim, thought delays lengthen, shorter strides gimp as the former wings of my heart and soul grow slowly defluttered. I want a good heart again.
I want to walk through the woods with unspeakable joy again.
I want to see the un-see-able as I gaze through the treetops into the heavens, past the galaxies again.
I want to rescue desire and wonder to mountains above, to wrist away warring-fear-demons smog. Again.
I want my acidic tears of grief to be purified by joy into refreshing life drops where they fall again.
I want my hearts strong rhythm refreshing and cleansing every cell, so what’s dying may live again.
Oh Lord, I need your heart to beat in me again. You can have mine. Again.
“Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.” Psalm 51:10
Oh friend, have you ever searched your heart and found it shriveling? After the rocks of life have so cracked the looking glasses of reality, how do we see clearly? Eternity is seen with the heart, but only clearly with the creators heart in us is life and eternity in focus at the same time.