Heart RisK

We risk our hearts every day. We instruct them to believe, whether in cynicism or optimism and yet we do not rest or hold back from that trust. Each day begins with new beliefs, some born before and others merely carried forward. We set out believing that the day will come to an end and that while we may not be sure about the end of all the matters of that day, we are sure to see the days end. And we have found that that basic faith, a hope in the things not yet, not seen or felt , has held us across the bridges of both time and space.

When we find in us an injury that renders us incapable of the task ahead, when we wonder where the next bits of help are to flow form, we realise how vulnerable our positions and sate are. Help has been found at the bottom of cups, at the end of a road, in the seed of a fruit and yes we have been glad that it has come our way. But we have also realised that we are the help, that there are days we have stood at the end of another’s road, the bottom of someone’s cup or even in the centre of another’s fruit.

Today, we see glimpses of darkness and corners of light. It’s as if our eye has failed to tell the difference between the two. We have touched the heart of our desired joy and found that we are beaten by loathing hurt and nothingness. We have found that happiness has been fed to us by tea spoons and that while we would have desired to have drums and seas of it, we are limited by the giver of it. When our hearts have thought that we could not go on, we have found that we somehow managed the next step and that we have done okay.

There is a lightness in every moment and we have not been tasked to walk alone. While our eyes may be blinded to the small pockets of light, in reality our hearts have been designed to always look for that light, if only we could trust and follow them. Some have leaked into the nothingness of hopelessness, they have failed to see the small light or even to realise that where they stand is the end of the road and that is where the light is.

The risk to trust for a better day, is one we are all called to, that is what it means to live and while it may be tiring to trust each passing day, its the only way to truly live. We are never to give in or out, we are to keep searching for that zone in time and space where we shall have our grand opening. An opening to a new freshness and greater fronts. That is my calling, to look forward to those new fronts and to believe that they are meant for me, because out of our faith, is birthed great deeds.

Lets take each step in belief and receive the spoonfuls of joy well knowing that most of the angels we shall meet are wrapped in human bodies and clothed with divine hearts. This is the life of victory, its the ability to always see that light and realise that it is handed down to us, not only as a sign of greater platforms ahead but also as a memorial to the greatness in today.