The beauty of imperfection and other tranquil things

depopulationINC wrote:

Pray to whom?


Angels pray to god
Down on their knees
Locked within a cage
From which they can not fly
Imprison souls
Seeing Earth only to help eat our sin

Serpents roam just as they please
Betray the master
Run amongst us
Are they not truly free
Telling lies
Do whatever they may
Nothing left to loose
Where can they go
Solitary place to stay

Niiiiicccceeee......

depopulationINC wrote:

me good do at angalish? thuts unprobabull

And a sense of humor???

He saw her over the gulf of eternity
Sitting under the great oak.
Her body swathed in pure white chiffon
and lace,
White and pure and soft.
Her legs up
Her body cradled over
the box... the box of gold..
her gift.

She sat there crying,
Her sobs touching every fibre of her soul.
For inside the box, was her gift,
of love, her soul, her desire, her need.
The precious seeds of her womanhood.

With love
those seeds would grow,
venture out of the box into the sunlight,
and through their growth
fill her life with color
the beautiful perfume of flowers,
the wonder of birds and butterflies
attracted by it's beauty.

But her box was grey,
Covered with years of neglect,
the seeds resting on bone-dry soil.
Her heart in hibernation.
Her tears tracing lines down her cheek.

He watched her.
He understood.
She fell asleep.

She woke to see him there
The box cradled lovingly in his lap
Toolbox by his side.
He was a million miles away
across the great gulf
yet seemed to be right next to her.
And she watched,
as his loving hands treasured it
wiped away the years
brought back the wonder of the gold,
made all the years of neglect disappear.
Time stood still as she watched.
The gold was battered,
dented and scraped,
marks of the pain in her life.
Each mark disappeared under his loving attention,
each dent pulled out
each scrape buffed clean.
Time, he seemed to have endless time,
as he focused his love on each flaw,
one by one,
tears in his eyes as he understood the pain each one signified,
then erasing it with his loving hands.
The gentle light from his eyes,
and the water from his tears,
nourished her seeds,
bringing life and beauty where there once was desolation.

And then he was there,
next to her.
She lost herself in his eyes
as he tenderly placed the treasure
in her hands.
"Take it forever!" she started to cry,
but a gentle touch to her lips stifled the cry in her throat.
"My love," he said,
God has placed us on opposite sides of a great gulf.
Only He can make that gulf disappear, and he will,
in His own time.
Until then, we have His work to do,
each on our own side.
When that work is done, He will look on us with favor,
for it is He who sent me to you."
He took her hands in his
touched his lips to hers, and said,
"But this promise I make: when you need me, summon me.
I will come to your side.
And every night I shall return,
to wipe away every scratch,
fix every flaw,
that life has put on your gift of your womanhood.
I will lie with you and ease your pain.
And when the gulf is gone,
when eternity is ours,
I will place your gift in a place of honor,
So the world will see, and know
That I treasure you
your womanhood
your love
your life.
They will all know that you have finally received
the love you deserve."

And he was gone.
She cried.

Then a soft voice was heard from all around her
and inside her...
"My, child. When you thought it was a man you needed
I let you choose a man.
But he took your gift, and put it on a shelf
To wither
To die.
When you thought it was a lover you needed
You chose a lover
Who simply used your gift as a stepping stool
to reach over the walls in his life which he despised.
No, it is not a man you need,
for a man cannot understand your heart.
And it is not a lover you need. A lover is like a firefly,
lighting your life for a moment,
then leaving you to deal with the darkness
Until it flashes again.
So I have taken it into my own hands
and shown you what you truly need.
He is not just a man, though a man he is.
He is not just a lover, though a lover he is.
He is the man I have given you forever..
He is your soulmate"

Obsidian22 wrote:

Hey there, did you write Eternity.? Very insightful. and sympathetic.

No , it is not a man you need,
for a man cannot understand your heart
And it is not a lover you need.A lover is like a firefly
Lighting your life for a moment
Then leaving you to deal with the darkness
Until it flashes again.

Do you have any more poems to share?

I have a plethora of words laced together to share. I try to put them in appropriate threading to not take up too much space. Thanks for the compliments!

twin1 wrote:

Wow...yeah, eternity is beautiful...I really enjoyed that read...amazing

That's really nice of you all to say such kind things. I've had much to be inspired by recently in so many aspects of my life. I'm just getting it outta my head, ya know what I mean jelly beans? Thank you so much.