🔥 “What Enters the Heart — Taste the Break, See the Light” 🔥

(A combined poem of Shamati 34 + Psalm 34,)

I bless the Lord with shattered breath,

Yet faith cuts deeper than any death.

Reason trembles, the body screams,

But the heart remembers all its dreams.

When faith walks in, the ego cries,

It burns the truth behind its lies.

I ran to Him with trembling bones,

He heard my fear in silent groans.

The will-to-receive claws at my chest,

It wants the crown, it wants the rest.

My fears still stalk me through the night,

Yet He lifts me into hidden Light.

One moment strong, the next I fall,

A thousand deaths — I bear them all.

The crushed in spirit? That’s my tribe,

The broken ones who can’t describe.

Reason whispers, “Turn around,”

But faith is a knife without a sound.

The world threw stones to crush my name,

He turned each blow to rising flame.

The heart is marked by holy scars,

Descent and doubt become its bars.

Taste and see — the bitter sweet,

Where His harsh mercy comes to meet.

Every ascent I think I earn,

He tears it down, makes me unlearn.

For through each crack I try to hide,

He enters softly, from inside.

My heart is bruised from years of war,

Yet breaks in love for something more.

The ego screams to take control,

While He hunts down my fractured soul.

The righteous ache — we’re torn apart,

But He draws close to the broken heart.

Faith is a storm that breaks your bones,

Reason turns to dust and stones.

Many afflictions scorch my days,

But He redeems in hidden ways.

He lifts me up, then hides His face,

Till love is forged from my disgrace.

So bless the Lord, you cracked and worn,

You hearts undone, you souls reborn.

For what enters the heart will never depart,

It brands your flesh, rewrites your art.

Faith above reason — the cruelest love —

Breaks you… to build you… from above.

And every scar that love will seal

Becomes the place where truth turns real.