The brain hums merrily along
With great industry
And sense of importance,
Leaving in its wake
Feelings, emotions,and introspection
For the brooding depths of the soul.
The soul, the washer and dryer
Of the body,
Churns, turning over and over;
Examining in all directions
Every facet and every situation;
Reconciling desires, disapointments,
And dreams of what we could become
To Life's balance sheet.
In the absence of turmoil,
There is peace and calm in the depths as well--
Refreshment for the soul,
Like a drink of cool water on parched lips.
There I enter the sacred chamber
Of my heart,
My place of refuge,
Where my spirit can run unencumbered
By life's cares.
Creativity flows and words can flood
The pages with their lovesong
To the King of Ages.
Each time I enter my sacred place,
I rediscover the intimacy
With the One who knows me best.
He causes me to search
The depths of my soul
For truth and insight
Into all my ways.
I am reminded that in self-discovery
We find out who we really are--
Unmasked and vulnerable,
We learn to live honestly;
Desiring to let go
Of that which is carnal
And reach heavenward
For the prize of the high-calling
Which is life eternal.
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