Dark Heart

by Tomás J. Fernández

Oh, my heart…

you have become shrouded in darkness.

It is hard to see.Hard to find my way.

Things have entered in—quietly at first,then with weight.

Wounds.Betrayal.Unforgiveness.Pride.Ambition.Jealousy.

Each leaving its mark.Each reaching deeper than I expected.

And somewhere within,the well has been affected.

What once felt clear now feels clouded.

What once felt alivenow feels distant.

And so I cry out—

Give me a new heart, God.

Show me that You are above it all.That Your love is greaterthan what has taken hold of me.

And in that cry…something begins to stir.

Not all at once.Not with force.

But gently.

A warmth.

A breath.

As if something long buried has not been forgotten.

Is this You?

Can You breathe againinto this place that feels so worn…so close to lifeless?

And yet—even here—something begins to awaken.

Small.Quiet.But real.

Like the faintest cloud in an empty sky.Like a seed buried beneath the surface.

A knowing begins to rise:

Love has not left.

Your presence has not withdrawn.

You have not turned away.

Instead…You draw near.

Not to condemn.Not to distance.

But to restore.

There is a fire in Your love—not one that destroys,but one that refines.

It begins to burn awaywhat no longer belongs.

The weight.The residue.The layers that have covered overwhat was always meant to live.

And in that nearness,a promise begins to take shape.

You will not leave.

You will not wound.

You will remain.

And as that promise settles,something shifts within me.

Healing does not begin with having everything right.

It begins with surrender.

A willingness to open what has been closed.

To invite Youinto the very placethat felt too broken to be touched.

And as that invitation is given…hope begins to return.

Not loudly.Not all at once.

But steadily.

And the heart that once felt lost begins, slowly,to come alive again.