Have you ever considered how you might best portray your heart graphically to tell the story of your life? If the heart is a good representation of your soul, the source of life and love, I’ve been wondering, what would mine look like after 48 years of life?
I know it would be red and shiny, exuding life; not yet dimmed, withered or faded.
It would be plump and rounded; bursting with love, life, expectation and hope. You would be able to sense the deep joy that lives there. You would glimpse the sense of adventure and humor that dwells within.
Images would be faintly visible, as though impressed into the surface; family, friends, loved ones. The hint and flavor of precious memories would pervade.
This heart would be wrapped round and round, though loosely, with a thick and silken cord. Something beautiful that would offer enough strength to hold the heart together but not enough to bind and chafe. It would be tied with a pretty bow and tassels that would just almost cover the broken places.
At first glance you would imagine shadows cast by the safe and secret place where this heart is stored. Alas, on closer inspection you would discover that the dark shadows are bruises; soft with pain.
This heart would appear damp, wet with tears of both joy and sorrow.
Soon you would begin to notice the places around the base of this heart where it is propped up and supported by the hearts of others; many others.
The last thing you might notice, or perhaps the first, is the pile of bricks and mortar heaped nearby in case the construction of an emergency wall is needed. Fortunately, this wall has been dismantled for some time now and it remains dusty - but ready.
Mine is a heart that is comfortable. Waiting for the next thing. Hoping for a glorious future full of blessing. Ready to be a home or a refuge for anyone in need. Come share your heart with mine.