Parchment

Parchment_by_Empty_dreams

I laid the thin parchment of my heart over God’s living Words, slowly and deliberately tracing their outlines—every syllable and period. In time, the paper yellowed and the writing smudged; so I retraced the shapes and added a few embellishments.

This changed the day I met the Author. The tracing and retracing of primitive outlines of the living letters fell away when the Word became flesh and the parchment burned, Love consumed in a white-hot fire that branded my heart forever.


2 thoughts on “Parchment

  1. Red is the smell that cauterized my heart, and branded me to my scarlet-scarred Christ. Rojo es el olor que cauterizo’ my corazon, y me tildo’ a mi Cristo cicatrizal en escarlata.

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