I’ve a soft spot in my heart
for You.
I hope it’s an early
indication of ripening;
a gently expanding center of
urgency.
Those of us with hardened
hearts
are misjudged – our
vulnerability
is why we grow the impervious
rind,
adhere so firmly to the core,
our hearts remaining
evergreen,
credulous, timid and pristine.
A soft spot now inside me,
pliable enough to shape into
a haven,
a home, a harbor; soft enough
to embrace,
to yield to, flee to without
fear
and find my Self there
waiting.
O child of God, slowly the
fortress
is being overrun by
irresistible forces of Love.
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