The Unmasked Heart: A Reflection on Distance & Devotion
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| Distance has a way of acting as a mirror. It strips away the noise of the daily hustle and unmasks our inner thoughts, forcing us to see what—and who—really anchors us. |
The miles between us have become a mirror, Unmasking the thoughts I usually keep still. The distance has only made the truth clearer: You are my "Protector," and you always will.
I have read your words until the ink felt like skin, I have studied your heart, I have let the light in. I have reminisced and stored every whisper and part, Deep in the quiet rooms of the house of my heart. 🏡
I know that your hands are heavy with the work of the day, And your thoughts are a map of the miles and the way. So I place you in Hands much greater than mine, To keep you, and guide you, and make your path shine.
Stay safe in the Almighty until the rhythm brings you home, For even when I feel cracked, I am never alone. I am praying for your best, my anchor, my shield, Until the distance is closed, and the longing is healed.
The Geography of the Heart
The Script of the Heart
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| A bridge built across the contrast: 20 inches of snow on one side, and a quiet, overcast breakfast in the Helen on the other. Distance is just a map; the conversation is the home. |
The Protector: "Snow is about 20 inches deep out here."
The Gem: "How are you coping with the warmth?"
The Protector: "Are you going to the beach for a bit today? Make sure you're taking good care of that body—that sweet, sweet body for me."
The Gem: "Just had breakfast... but the weather is overcast, so I’m not sure about the beach today."


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