The Heart of My Dreams

The gentle whisper,

The hum of emotion.

Awaiting something to occur,

The heart is as the untamed ocean.

 

It sees what the blind eye cannot,

Abstract in all its beauty.

Though many things the world may rob,

My dreams are mine to keep.

 

Looking back, or straight ahead,

I will not find what I’m looking for.

But as long as I am Spirit-led,

I can look up to the One my soul adores.

 

The heart displays

All that is possible for many,

Even though delayed,

It’s still felt by me.

 

How deep the currents.

How tall the waves.

Yet, I’m alive and in this moment

Am I filled with faith.

 

For God sits on His Throne,

And He looks over me;

Placing in me His song--

The heart of my dreams.