Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sweeping The Chimney of My Heart

"It's time,"
said The Beloved,
as we were out for
a morning jog,
"It's time to divest
yourself of the sad virus
you've carefully concealed
and carried
for so long."

"But how?", I puzzled.

"By no longer running
from Me
in every face you see,
every leaf on every tree,
and the pile
of clothes on
your bedroom floor.
Let the breath of the Heart focus
the lenses of your eyes
from here on out,
and see Me as I really am...
Already with you."

Scott Patrick Schwenk 11/8/09

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