Lord, let my heart become as beautiful as that church: the venue, the body. fill it with your presence in the moments i sit still and wait. allow me patience enough with myself to be silent. i want to breathe you; feel your spirit rise with each inhale, letting go of the chafe with each exhaling sigh. dwell among us, make my heart your eternal home.
Monday, January 3, 2011
still to fill
silence. not a page turn, not a cell phone ring. in that dated, yet beautiful chapel, eyes closed, you would have never guessed you were sitting amongst a few hundred. all that echoed off the rustic wood and cathedral ceilings was the hum of the projector and the overwhelming sensation of the Lord's presence being ushered into the room to fill our lack. a still, still silence.
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