A Heart of Stone – Graphic Print

COMMENTARY

There is a bittersweet element to this poem.  The picture in my mind as I wrote it was that of the child who picks a flower not knowing its true value.  She proudly presents it to her mother.  “Here Mom, I love you,” she says.  The flowers are wild and plentiful, but to the child it is a rich treasure, expressing its love.  In the presence of God we are all bare and have no gift to bring for our salvation.  The sadness comes when we discover that the only gift that we truly have is a “heart of stone.”

Due to our guilt and unworthiness, we cannot look Him in the face.  Finally, with an excruciating and powerful effort we “search His face,” and we are rewarded with a love that I describe as liquid.  It is poured from His vessel into our own as though beamed from a source of divine light, because it is.

NOTE: This poem is one of many found in the collection Jewels from His Crown