The truth of Your holy words
is but a shadow of Your silent Truth.
Your nouns and verbs, dry as paper –
until they strike a smoldering heart and burst into flames.
Holy instructions have little meaning
until they reach the heart’s ear
and release Truth from its prison.
Reach my innermost ear, Lord.
Better yet, write Your Truth on my heart
directly with Your divine finger.
Let it stay there all of my days
and when my body fails, write it in my heart’s dust.
O child of God, long for the day His Truth lives inside you,
not mere words, but the living Word.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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