She sees the oily shine of a complexion that hasn’t noticed puberty ended years ago.
He sees a radiance that comes from beauty within.
She sees crooked teeth marred with coffee stains.
He sees a smile so warm it could melt a heart of stone.
She sees calloused hands from all the times she forgot to wear gloves.
He sees a woman who is not afraid to work.
She turns her hands over and sees wrinkles and veins that resemble a mountain road map.
He sees hands that would fit perfectly inside of his own.
She looks down and sees folds of unwanted fat.
He sees a woman he longs to fold in his embrace.
Then he silences her self-deprecation with a kiss
And his touch tells her that she is accepted as she is.
Now she sees only him.
And he sees only love.
August 3, 2017 ~ couplet chain
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Now I lay me down to weep.
I pray Thee, Lord, to help me sleep.
But if I cry all through the night,
I pray Thee, Lord, please hold me tight.
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There’s a room for me here
but not the one I want.
The room I’ve chosen is not available.
He has chosen me too.
Continue reading “Available”
Without is sunshine
new green, a warm gentle breeze—
Continue reading “Dichotomy”
Fellowship sees a frown on Everyman’s face and asks him what’s wrong. Everyman hesitates to answer, so Fellowship promises to be true to him and go with him anywhere, even all the way to hell if need be. But when Everyman tells him that Death has sent him to stand before the judge Adonai and make a reckoning for his life, Fellowship quickly renigs on his promise, saying he wouldn’t go there even for his own father. They part ways, never to see each other again, and Everyman says:
Alack, shall we thus depart indeed—
Ah, Lady, help!—without any more comfort?
Lo, Fellowship forsaketh me in my most need!
For help in this world whither shall I resort?
Fellowship herebefore with me would merry make,
And now little sorrow for me doth he take.
It is said, “In prosperity men friends may find
Which in adversity be full unkind.”
Now whither for succor shall I flee,
Since that Fellowship hath forsaken me?
from Everyman, after 1485
This is Part 3 in a series of Sunday segments from this allegory, which I am sharing as much to educate as to entertain. Click here to read Part 1: Messenger and Part 2: God.
Everyman is the best surviving example of that kind of medieval drama which is known as the morality play. Moralities apparently evolved side by side with the mysteries and in England were, like them, acted by trade guilds, though they were composed individually and not in cycles. They both have a primarily religious purpose, though their method of attaining it is different. The mysteries endeavored to make the Christian religion more real to the unlearned by dramatizing significant events in Biblical history and by showing what these events meant in terms of human experience. The moralities, on the other hand, employed allegory to dramatize the moral struggle that Christianity envisions as present in every man. The actors are every man and the qualities within him, good or bad, and the plot consists of his various reactions to these qualities as they push and pull him one way or another—that is, in Christian terms, toward heaven or toward hell.
From here I see a dozen mountaintops and more.
How many have we climbed together?
Continue reading “With You”
Her legs impart their strength unto the cedars;
Her arms instruct the honeybee to work;
Continue reading “Her Smile Warms the Sun”
God has led us both together, I can see;
He will guide our lives throughout eternity.
I thank God for you each time I pray,
For our love grows stronger every day.
I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, of you.
I don’t cease to be so amazed at the wonder of you, of you.
Because I love you more than I could ever say,
And I love you more with every passing day.
I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.
TBT 1990 ~ My high school sweetheart, to whom I was engaged at one point, wrote a song for me. Later on I added the stanza above. (The refrain is his.) I’ve searched and searched, but cannot find the words he wrote, though I do still have the music. I wrote it out, and I play it at weddings as part of the prelude. I wrote the refrain from memory. You’ve seen some other poems to and about him, if you like to read my TBT poems. His name is Sam White, and he and I are still friends.
One more tidbit ~ The phrase “I thank my God upon every remembrance of you” comes directly out of the Bible, and is found in Philippians 1:3.
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An acrostic poem
There are miles, but that’s all they are.
Having to be away from you is not easy;
Continue reading “There Are Miles”