The Spirit dances in tendrils fluid and red,
the soul of the Word searching for expression,
living and indelible ink.
The human heart opens like a Roman tablet,
revealing a hidden surface,
soft as wax,
ready for the hand of Christ.
The letter lives,
is known and read,
telling a mystery and a pledge,
carved by the weight of glory.
2 Corinthians 2:2-3
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