The heart is key.
The heart is central.
Solomon was not wrong,
it is the wellspring of life.
The heart, our face to God.
Is that why we can't yet see him face-to-face?
His face is his heart?
Man looks at the face
While God looks into the heart?
He sees beauty we are blind to?
He sees ugliness disguised by the beauty we think we see?
When will we see like you?
The heart, home to your creation,
Kernel and essence of our true selves,
Seed of the Almighty's planting,
Precious and most valuable of gifts.
Yet trampled on and cared for little,
Tossed aside as if in the way,
Misunderstood and ignored,
Recognized only as a mere organ.
O hearts of men
How beaten up you are!
How you long for love, healing, and attention!
How you long for your maker's touch and return!
And O what you would not give in turn
To those who care for you
And allow your master to touch you,
To be reunited with your lover!
You would open up the floodgates of life
Into the one who carries you
And show them treasures they never dreamed of.
You would introduce them to your maker
And forever all would sit in intimacy
Completed, finished, and yet just beginning.
All ye of God's creation
Take care of that which he has given you!
The woes are too great if you do not.
For he is good.
