Wherever is your treasure, there too will be your heart.Matthew 6:21
When has life required courage; living from your core?
There is so much we’ll never know,
far less we understand,
till wisdom in unknowing extends her guiding hand.
Thus, the universal scope
of our ignorance,
does not dim the tiny spark of comprehension.
A new heart will I give you, and a new spirit I shall put within you.Ezekiel 36:26
One thing we know—
no matter how oblivious we appear—
there is a reliable rhythm to everything:
a flow and cycle of receive and release,
a give and take in constant exchange.
Whatever we put out, in the end, comes back.
Whether out of sync or sorts,
heaving and harried, drowsy and distracted,
distressed or disconnected,
we can recalibrate
the measure of each moment
to the pulse of life.
No mystic secret needed,
nor discipline austere,
just a heart-felt intention to be in unison.
We need only place a hand
upon that center of ache and desire,
to sense the throbbing tempo at our core.
When in secret I was shaped, my frame was not hidden from You.Psalm 139:15
Weeks after conception
a tiny pump
begins to pulse and push.
Uninterrupted, this regularity
matches the meter of each breath,
till inevitably life leaves us.
To feel life-force coursing through us,
with its tiny twinge of fear.
How many beats has your precious heart registered?
How many skipped? How many remain?
So fragile a force that that safeguards your life.
All complex creatures have hearts
and each human has a core,
a chamber of secret longings, and so much more.
Listen carefully to the master’s instructions,Prologue to the Rule of St. Benedict
and attend to them with the ear of your heart.
Consider trillions of beating hearts
in this synchronous second,
all working tirelessly to stay alive, somehow all connected.
The hearts of creatures,
tiny and tremendous,
made in the likeness.
Whether in gated communities and ghettos,
forests, fields and factories,
we all share a tenuous connection to aliveness:
a heart where every wound,
wonder, worry and woe,
is oxygenated, nourished and healed.
Such awesome awareness,
this incalculable, incessant beating
across a pearlescent pebble, spinning in the dark.
Put a gentle palm upon the chest,
and sense the Sacred
at the heart of it all.
In its quiet rhythms,
with every beating being.
Prayer is our humble answer to the inconceivable surprise of living.Rabbi Abraham Heschel
It is all we can offer in return for the mystery by which we live.
The pathway to heartfelt
understanding (standing under)
And wonder ripens into awe
when hearts are humbled
by such smallness in the face of the infinite.
Give me a pure heart—that I may see Thee,Dag Hammarskjöld
A humble heart—that I may hear Thee,
A heart of love – that I may serve Thee,
A heart of faith—that I may abide in Thee.