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If it’s of interest to anyone: I listened to this song while writing this.

My heart was wooden
hollow-sounding and empty
A vacant echo

You set it aflame
A burning bush of promise
Hope struck like a match

You stoke and poke me
gently…sending sparks wafting
Your breath glows my coals

I am not my own
campfire. Warmth to be shared
Radiant smoulder

Ingrained with beauty
like sturdy Acacia wood
I’m decorated

My heart is a home
for a timeless, kind Spirit
The Holy One: Love

And so my heart burns
crackling with a sacred vow:
every spark for You

empty
lit
stirred
purposed
dedicated
dwelling
yours

June 8th, 2025

Yet another post inspired by a Sunday morning, and this one talking about the power of Pentecost Sunday and what it meant for God’s spirit to live within those who call on Him. May these words encourage you as they’ve done so for me.