Composition of the Heart
...imagine wine traveling through itself in sunlight: thick, velvety robes that move like lava through their blushing light, like floating tendrils that fall onto the eye when, if attempted to be seen directly, move further out of sight...
Consider the heart. The intelligent electrical system that controls its rhythm.
Consider the deeper workings. Allusive and elusive. That which only God can search out
And know.
Deep Calls to Deep
He says His inmost being groans for the lost. A lush, uninhabited forest within echoes its own silence; a nameless longing calls to His. Deep calls unto deep. From here, in the heart, where He engraved eternity.
If the one who believes has streams of living water flowing from deep within,
what does the one have, who does not?
Dark & Void
Consider the heart as an ocean, because it seems that it is. "Job," the Lord asks. “Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea, or walked the recesses of the deep?"
In the beginning, the surface was formless; amorphous veneer. A cobalt-shadowed expanse is the heart without light: voltaic, nebulous, ill-defined in structure. Unsearchable depth rolls and toils within itself, boundless, yet imprisoned...
Until a whisper.
Let There Be
The springs of the sea that rise to the light of life,
Have you journeyed there?
Where the Spirit is, is the soul that senses its worth.
Consider the structural and spiritual mysteries of the heart.
Now, in the light.
