Adonai, I would make you a perfume of my own heart. I would turn it velvet, rose, rubies and musk. I would ground my own soul, burnt with fire, to make some sweet ash. The aromatic incense I would offer before your throne and with it a new song, all my love in the sweetest melodies.
Please accept my offering and draw me closer into your secret, hidden, soul, deep inside your infinite loveliness and vast perfection. Cas
She went to God in her secret heart, And shared with God her secret parts. She drew her bow and shot secret darts And longed to pierce God’s secret heart. When God she found, she fell in fear, For God is frightening if you come too near. Instead of arrows he uses a spear And he pierced her heart through her soul full clear.
“Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense;
and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.”
Cheryl Reeves Writing - from my shelves of journals 