ruach

sometimes i find myself in a place that inspires me to create. my heart begins to beat a little faster, my breath quickens. my mind expands and the small insignificant thoughts buzzing around in my head fade. a deep cry within me is stirred and my hands itch to somehow recreate what my eyes and mind are processing. my soul shutters within me and a voice awakens that whispers back, "i love you too, lord." a pressure falls upon my heart threatening to break it. suddenly i see the big picture and my tiny significant insignificance in it. i see a flame burning brightly before me, offering justice, mercy, grace, joy, hope, love... i reach to take hold of the torch and hear a silent voice, "divine rights." what does that mean? what are divine rights anyway? did i really hear that, it doesn't make sense. "you have divine rights, claim my justice." the voice silently breathes again. suddenly the life comes, as his ruach is breathed into me, renewing mind, body, soul, spirit. dividing all with an invisible double edged sword. cutting bone from marrow spirit from soul. my mind clears. i see who i am. i create. it is beautiful.


surely the word of the holy one is living and active. sharper than any double-edged sword. when he speaks it penetrates. it divides. it creates. it destroys. it penetrates even to dividing soul from spirit, joint from marrow. it judges the thoughts and meditations of the heart. nothing in all creation is hidden from his sight. everything is uncovered and laid bare before his sight to whom we will give account. hebrew four.