Let me sing a song of love to You, dear Jesus; for singing is counted among the languages of pure love. Its diction is a key that opens a certain lock in the heart of the one who sings it; its intonation propels the feet of the Beloved to whom the song is for forward into the room it unlocks. And He keeps walking with each note deeper, ever deeper. He captivates the heart and before the mind can even catch up, His name and the expressions of the love of His name are blown into every breath of the heart. Blow upon my garden, Beloved, and let its spices flow forth, dancing in the air of the notes I cantillate to You.
The days are full of the rigid structure of canonical prayer, but I often forget that this is only where it begins, it is merely a preparation for the deep prayer of the heart to the Heart. The heart prayer is a different language, sourced from pure love. Why do I let this language grow dry within me?! Let me sing a song of love to You, dear Jesus! I miss loving You; I miss expressing my love to You through the movement of my heart, my Beloved! Let my heart praise You!
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