Sometimes I imagine my heart is full of holes from which leak streams of sorrow from some neverending fount. Other times I imagine this fortified city surrounded by some high wall, and yet a fog has overcome what was once thought impenetrable and gripped that city in a dense cloud of hurt. I need to remind myself that hearts are incomplete, that hole Christ-shaped and waiting. That even strong cities erode over time, and only the eternal one never breaks, never breaks.
7.15.2008
is missing, then your life
Sometimes I imagine my heart is full of holes from which leak streams of sorrow from some neverending fount. Other times I imagine this fortified city surrounded by some high wall, and yet a fog has overcome what was once thought impenetrable and gripped that city in a dense cloud of hurt. I need to remind myself that hearts are incomplete, that hole Christ-shaped and waiting. That even strong cities erode over time, and only the eternal one never breaks, never breaks.
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