Unresolved heartaches, of unrequited love, march like demons, without brains, to their place of rest. . .their “faith”, their “wish” granted, comes true.
He said, “Be careful what you wish for” as if He knew, my mind could bury itself in love, with a height of sadness, rather than bury myself in self pity, for the injustice.
The pain of injustice is gone. The incident, the path of thorns, the journey is recorded, and my hope is restored, to its child like trust in a lord. . .not a myth…whose death like a crucifix…is embedded in my mind, as if my best friend died, telling me, “It’s true,” my child like belief in love, carries a weight off my shoulders, for to live is to love, forever and a day. . .knowing i did my best, what more can I say?
There is land of peace within this mind, knowing someday died from the greatest INJUSTICE, for a cause…to help me understand, because He lives, I too can face tomorrow, because He lives, all fear is gone, there is a place where, where there is no sorrow, sickness or pain…what I have gained is LOVE…that sees beyond today, to new tomorrow – in land of no thorns, no pests, no wild dreams of conquering schemes.
And from this, I can rest assured, in a world beyond, whose example stirs my heart, as it frightens me with His love. That, such thoughts, could be, by experience I would rather love, and lost, than never loved at all.
Have I considered “the cost” of the “education” provided by my angel, to take me places, world wide, to “only” come back to the Sappa Creek, with its twisted roots, clinging to the bank, where once the boys played with toys, among the exposed roots, along the road to school.
Why does the “country” with its ever changing seasons beckon to my love, to end this “season” of education, with an abrupt answer, for Him to return, to take me Home? Can heavens cherubs fly over fields of flowers that never grow old? Is there a fountain of water, flowing below a tree, where new fruits come ever month, to restore my soul? Have a yet to see the imaginations of my heart be provided by a “tree of life”?
If this land of truth, justice, imparts a peace to my soul, that brings a hallowed rest…why bring into my heart…that “branch” that “dead branch” that must drop off, to impart new veins of life, to make the blossoms bloom, into a fruit to my delight.
The weight of poetry…can take me down…to this earth…and also take me up to a new World, where the future is bright and full of life.
Which land do I live in now. . .one with love that pities those who have been touched by mans inhumanity to man, like myself. . .?