Category: Faith
The Ink!
Deep within my soul; there is a story, a love. The end, still being written. My heart is the pen, the love within; the ink, not yet dried. This story is evolving, the love that flows; endlessly reoccurring. My heart is now fixed within a gaze, this story; never ending!
When the story first began, my heart felt so empty. The ink, wasn’t yet part of the story; so I thought. The engraving, needed to be etched; upon my heart. The story includes my soul, but my heart was still becoming; this storyline, is about the ink. The transformation; was my heart, slowly needing to be filled. My heart was learning, but my soul was quietly yearning; for more. I knew the concept of led, but a pencil left me with the option. To erase, and then rewrite; my own version of the story. The pen was to be my heart, but still becoming. The ink, makes the love; the permanent part of this story!
There’s nothing special about my pen, just another pen; the ink, defines the substance within. Take your eyes off the pen, it’s the ink; that makes the words, recognizable. The words might seem beautifully penned, but my heart would never be able to capture the essence; without the love within. That is the tipping point, my words are just words. The tip of the pen has a point, so this is the point. This story would never truly have a consistent flow, without the ink; that makes the love become visible!
By design, the love within has left its mark; permanent. The story will continue, because the ink is ever flowing. The love story iWrite, flows from the love within. When the ink permanently dried, that was the moment. The moment my heart knew, the ink on my soul had dried, no erasing. So, let me make the beginning of the story clear; God’s love is the ink, that forever flows. My heart, just the pen; being used to tell the story, about the love within!
WCR
The Move!

First, there was a move, but then; the move started to become so constant. Over time, the move became a shift. At first it was truly glorious, but over time it seemed as if the glory; became us, not thus… I could feel it, my heart could absolutely recognize it. But sometimes, all I could say about it; was that I felt it. The move, was becoming a constant shift; but my heart was not always ready, to be moved!
Even within the stillness, the move was still a shifting; my heart still needed to be moved. Now, I just can’t help it; even if I tried, I couldn’t even prevent it. This love moves the stillness within, all my heart can do; is to enjoy the rhythm, within every heartbeat. There it goes again, another move; the shift, is what keeps my heart vertical. God, Your love just won’t stop, making my heart skip a beat!
I don’t want my ears to just hear, teach my heart to constantly listen. I don’t want to just see, give my heart the vision. So others can see, that my heart moves; because Your love is the breath. Each breath I breathe, moves my lungs; but let the words within my heart, reveal the breadth of Your love. It doesn’t even bother me, if I can’t recognize the man in the mirror; from the constant shifting. What would truly trouble my soul, is that You could not truly recognize my heart; because I refused to be moved!
How can I truly be used to move others to act, if my own heart is indifferent; to a world that needs to know. That the time has come, to embrace a love that truly moves; but will shift; your heart!
WCR









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