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.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 
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.
Powerful!