Where the Heart Never Sleeps
A wily old lady calmly sat, yet settledness had not been part of her life. Hustle and creditors had beset her. She had lost far more than she ever gained. Unaccustomed to good will, she pursued the peace of a safe solitude. She was unwelcome amidst the masses as much as she was unseen in her cave.
At various times rest would caress her soul when she considered her nature within. No longer clouded by clamor and pretense, or demands and then flight she would audit the authentic longings of her soul. These she became more comfortable with as she realised they were not of earth.
Finally she grasped her wasteland of pride, and the fine cleansing of her now low circumstance.
It became better for her to kneel than to walk, to be silent than to talk. These she chose.
She now longed for the home where her heart never sleeps, yet her body always rests.
Behold I will create a new heaven and a new earth, the former things will not remembered, nor will they come to mind... the wolf and lamb will feed together and the lion will eat straw like the ox... this is the one I esteem, he who is humble and trembles at my word. (Isaiah 65:17, 25 & 66:2)
Today's Soul Snippet:
'If the Pharisee is the religious face of the imposter, the inner child is the religious face of the true self.' ~ Brennan Manning
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