Stones falling off the outer casing of the heart – stones of teeth encased in the heart from holding on, being loosed. Stones falling out that paralyses the arms of love.
Stones falling out that stiffen the bones and block the blood.
Standing at the Alter, Banging on the Bowls, lighting the candles, incense burning the fingertips. Lord Lord Lord. Coming in daily for a purer heart – for the heart of God. To break up the heart of stone. Hacking away with the two-edged sword. Until a drip of blood comes out on it knowing that you have reached that blood heart, the heart of Christ held in. That one drip, that which can move mountains.