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The Heart of a Lover

How does a heart grow? For with every beat it paces itself even closer to its own end. At times, it races and strengthens the force with which it will drive the vessel forward, within which it lives. At others, it slows to such a stillness that it is almost imperceptible; when pain and suffering encroach upon its borders and leave the gasp of a heart desiring to beat but bound tightly in an unmerciful grasp that left to its own devices will succeed in crushing the spirit of an individual and ultimately, its spirit of life.

But a heart is an unbelievable organ that possesses self-protective mechanisms that allow it a dimension of life that cause the mind to marvel. Its fibers appear to work in unity but possess the capability to function as individuals should an event occur that necessitates the intercession of this ability.

There exists a heart that cannot be held with human hands but can be seen and heard with more resonance than that which beats within the human body. It can behold great aspirations and hope for great things not yet manifested in the physical.  Perseverance is fed by it, and it can surpass even death in its eternal ability to inspire others, who will duplicate its energy and provide encouragement.

It is this that cannot be seen that enables the physical organ to override the broken parts closed or barely flowing due to the excesses of life, physical and emotional. The spiritual enlarges it borders beyond what man and technology find possible to restore. The heart that cannot be seen and yet gives more life than its physical component and will produce effects that are more enduring.   It is with this heart that we love, grow, inspire, persevere and hope. The heart that will await patiently that which it has hoped for, endure great measures of pain for a moment of love and fade like smoke in the wind if not nurtured by even the smallest measure.

It is with this kind of heart that I wait upon the Lord. It is this heart He seeks…that will wait, hope, persevere and love as He loves; see as He sees and hear His voice when it is but the faintest whisper within; it’s desire for that which gives it life is insatiable and yet simultaneously content with what God has given. I must hold this heart within myself and while waiting love, laugh, cry, breathe, hope, dream, and endure. But my heart is only half full, for it beats with another’s that makes its joy full, its hopes fulfilled, its breath deep, and its love fresh and renewing; it is in cleaving to this heart, I am made complete. It is the one I was fashioned from within and his heart completes my own and to him I return the heart of love he built and perfected.  Freely, I give it.

The Kiss of Holiness: Echad

I am my Beloved’s and He is mine!

Love Remembers

fire man and womanTwo hearts, Two souls

Entwined together in the flame of Love that is never quenched.

Ignited by the power of the Spirit and compelled to press on, press in
Joined within an impenetrable embrace that protects from all powers and principalities, flesh and blood, or death and despair that attempt to trespass its boundaries.

This intimacy heightens and surpasses the senses—

breathing in the splendor of the other,

overwhelmed by the surpassing peace and comfort                                                                                                   man and woman embrace

within their private sanctuary,

sanctified by the Divine and

expressed in a wave of tenderness,

in which time is unbound, Spirit unrestrained

and crowned with the gentleness of the lover’s kiss.

Illuminated within this embrace, hovers the witness to Love becoming One, the One who receives the glory for

                                              loving when we are not lovely,

                                              weeping when we are not with Him,

                                              and rejoicing when we return—

The Bride within the arms…

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