An ode to my LOVE
Love of my life, you are sweeter than
the honey produced by the bees, more
precious than the gems hewn from the
earth, more costly to me than the black
gold that flows under the seas. I love you!
Not because of whom you are alone, but
even more so for what you do. Who are you?
You are the bright and morning star, oh so
beautiful to gaze upon, and the first thing I
see each morn. You are the mighty man of
valor, the commander of the hosts of heaven,
you are breath-taking, and I dare not refuse you.
You are the lion of the tribe of Judah, terrible to
see, and even more fearful when you open your
jaws to roar. As you do so, the enemy is
swallowed up by fear, the forests shake, the seas
move creating tidal waves. Your steps shake the
pillars that hold up the sky, the shake of your mane,
leads to winds that move faster than sound itself.
You are the balm of Gilead, soothing my every hurt
nursing my wounds, and making me whole in you.
As a mother would you rub my back after a trying
period, allow me times of respite to regain my
strength so I can go back to the business you’ve
given to me. Should any move to hurt me, you
become as angry as the mother bear moving in for
the kill, you uproot all the obstacles before me.
What you did, and are still doing though, is what
endears you to me. You gave your life up in a split
second, no thought of station or rank. You the creator,
became as the created, and took my death, in a most
shameful way. After that you descended into the pit to
contend for the keys that the first Adam handed over to
the old serpent. You retrieved them, gave them to me as
my portion in you, then ascended back to the realm of
glory. There you seat interceding constantly with the
Father on my behalf.
What manner of love is that you would die for one as
wretched as I? Still you avail yourself to me, no matter
how often I head off on a different tangent. Would I that
you ate the well wrapped chocolates lovers hand to each
other, then I would give one for each day in the
year. Would I that you drank the bubbly champagne,
given to celebrate, than would your vats be
overflowing with this hearty ale. Would I that
you enjoyed being wrapped in my arms as a child,
then I’d hold you never to let go.
However none of these are plausible on this side of
eternity, so I content myself with singing you a sweet
melody upon awakening, talking with you through out
the day, and simply listening for that sweet voice. A
voice that warms my heart, and gives me Goosebumps.
A voice that lets me know you will never leave or forsake me.
So my darling, this is an ode to a love undefiled, and pure!!!!
