Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. 

Take a look at my heart and tell me what you see. Tell me, what first catches your eye? Is it the beautiful, marble columns that line the entrance? Is it the heirloom, limestone porch that the columns sit upon? Is it the choice, hand carved tile which covers the archway? Or is it the cedar door, stained with the finest of oils? It's beautiful isn’t it. How gorgeous my heart is! How decadent is its character! How righteous and pure my heart is, if only you too could have a heart as good as mine! 

Only, the door remains shut. You can’t come in. I won’t let you. You can’t see what's inside. So stay there, on the porch and gaze upon the columns. Do not, do not enter. You might see what death lies deep, engrained within the very foundation of my heart. I warn you, bring a lamp. Take two even. One may not be enough to pierce the darkness that is so heavy in my heart. Be prepared for a sudden drop off. As it is in the ocean, so too is it in my heart. I implore you, do not travel alone. Or else you might become lost and go mad with the imagery you may find. I am… broken. 

Such a place is a perfect environment for the Light of the World. The Way, the Truth and the Life. It is here where He shines brightest. Welcome, my LORD.