The Chambered Nautilus


   While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
   As the swift seasons roll!
   Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
   Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
And again this mornings reading speaks of the enlarging of the heart.  Psalm 119, a beautiful acrostic expressing truths, I land in Daleth, 4th letter of the Hebrew alphabet.
Verse 31
I cling to your testimonies, O Lord;
let me not be put to shame!
Verse 32
I will run in the way of your commandments
when you enlarge my heart.
And I wonder at His ability to enlarge my heart.  That I can only live my life following His commands, as He enables me to.  I can not enlarge my own soul, it is God’s work alone.

This is miracle.  This growth.

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