The art of the heart is a music unheard of
Sweet song beyond psychology, psychiatry and reason
Fire inside
The heart has reasons that Reason doesn’t even know
Gracing Presence
The heart sings with rumbling that few souls hear
Purpose of the Heart
And I sing with my hands, my head, my heart
I sing with lunch plates and water and Walmart shopping
I sing with my eyes, my feet, my arms
I sing with phone calls, with studying and bar hopping
If there’s love, if there’s love
Mystery in riddle wrapped in an enigma
Onionlike with layers
A city by the sea
Of the Messiah’s mercy seat
Ships sailing