"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no more. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." Jeremiah 20:7-10
Friday, March 18, 2011
Prayer of the Icon
every movement of the brush
every drop of paint carefully
released to the wood
is a prayer written with care
from a heart
overflowing with love
and I look at the icon of
Christ, the King of my heart
and I pray
for the one whose
craft brought this image
of Christ to life
the icon of Christ
is alive for me
I can almost see His heart beating
hear His voice calling to me
whispering words of love to me
His servant
my King reminds me
that the pains of this world
will be overcome
and one day I will rejoice with Him
forever in the splendor
of His Most Sacred Heart
O Jesus, King of my heart
how I long for that day
when our hearts will eternally be one!
~many, many thanks to Christi, my sweet friend, whose many hours of prayer while writing icons must be the source of her love, generosity and kindness-the above picture of the Most Holy Sacred Heart of Jesus is the work of her steady brush and her heart-felt prayer
Labels:
friendship,
icons,
prayer,
Sacred Heart of Jesus,
ship
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This is a beautiful poem, Anne. And the icon is wonderful :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful prayer/poem.
ReplyDeleteThat is one of the most beautiful icons I have ever seen! What a gift and a blessing is the hand of this artist. Thanks for sharing and does your friend sell them?
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
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