"Only the sea still keeps the love you want no more. Being closer to the sea, I am closer with you without you knowing it. Only the sea still speaks the same language with you, the language I had learned so to be closer to the sea and to your soul. Now only the songs are left, only the songs still tell the words you will never tell me again. I once was a goddess you worshipped in the temple of love and I ended up in the goddesses' destiny, imprisoned in a piece of marble."
Imprisoned therein are the tears I shed for the worship lost and the love erased! Oh, that my champion will come, to free me from this marble prison that engulfed my whole being and tormented my soul. Way beyond the sea, way beyond the sea is where my love lies and my soul delights.
When I first met you, inside I felt
Like I was coming home where I belong
To you and to your words I cling
For you I am willing to give anything
And to you everything I'll bring
You came along and turned the key of my life
Your love was big enough to give me a new start
Yet small enough to live in my heart
Two hearts that beat as one
Two minds with single thought
No one else could ever have been you
It's always been...
Our destiny to fall in love
You're even more than I dreamed of
You came along and turned the key of my life
Your love is big enough to give me a new start
Yet small enough to live in my heart
~~Ophelia~~
" In the deep heart of the man was a shrine where none but God was worthy to come. Our woes began when God was forced out of His central shrine and "things" were allowed to enter. Within the human heart, "things" have taken over. Men have now by nature no peace within their hearts, for God is crowned there no longer, but there in the moral dusk stubborn and agressive usurpers fight among themselves first place on the throne... There is within the human heart a tough fibrous root of fallen life whose nature is to possess, always to possess. It covets 'things' with a deep and fierce passion...The roots of our hearts have grown down into things, and we dare not pull up one rootlet lest we die. Things have become necessary to us, a development never originally intended. God's gift now take the place of God, and the whole course of nature is upset by the monstrous substitution...There can be no doubt that this possessive clinging to 'things' is one of the most harmful habits in the life. Because it is so natural it is rarely recognized for the evil that it is; but it's outworkings are tragic. We are often hindered from giving up our treasures for the fear of their safety; this is specially true when those treasures are loved ones, realtives and friends. But we need have no such fears. Our Lord came not to destroy but to save. Everything is safe which we commit to Him and nothing is really safe which is not so committed."
A.W Tozer, 'The Pursuit of God'
Source of oil painting photo:
Miranda 1875 by John William Waterhouse taken from:
http://www.johnwilliamwaterhouse.com/
Source for sea photos: ophelia's private collection
