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-1/9908011 The Meaning of Life
The Heart of God, so whole and complete
as I watch it is beating, spreading life
but as I look, names are written there
my name, my very own name is there
a part of the Heart of God
as I watch, I see my friends names
each more appearant as He longs for us,
our worship, our lives.
His hands created us, His breath sustains us,
His heart beats with longing for ours
He reaches for us, we reach for Him
our grasp begins to touch, and we wish to go closer
closer to Him and Him to us, our hearts warm intensely
at this moment we burn to be One
we begin to melt, begin to glow
as purity bonds to purity
the impurity blackens and erupts
as Fire engulfs it, and pain flashes
as we realize we lost something we thouhgt was us.
Do I let go? or cling tighter
pull closer, sink deeper into His Heart of Hearts?
Such a question. What a choice.
It is truth, it is life itself.
Life is nothing else, and no other choice
affects the essence of life as it is lived.
Life without this question
is the life of a stone, a chair, a tire, or a deceaseed rodent.
Choose.
~JLB
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