Time to get personal again. Here is my heart, on a platter, with small garnishes around it... This is something I wrote in my journal yesterday as I sat watching small boats float down the canal... ( I am not a poet, so please don't judge this as poetry, but it is something I wanted to share on this blog which has been a chronicler of my heart's whims) For love is not meant to be lived by one, but two Who together find each other as one These two wholes become halves and leave the other wanting But alas, one cannot live love alone. There is no half, nor whole, but none This truth, though seemingly dark, has shed some light on my situation I am not half for there is no other to make me miss that other part I have not lived love, not yet anyways. So I am left with this dark truth that brings forth light. I have not lived love, but I have looked upon it. I have looked upon love It beckoned me to enter But the key to its joy requires two hearts And my heart stood alone What sorrow
capturing the moment with Jesus, one day at a time