A Promise is a Promise

The words of this poem formed inside my brane last night as i awoke at midnight from sleep and i thought you may enjoy or get something from it?

With apologies to Robbie Burns…

My luve is like a red, red rose
That in a central courtyard grows.
Surrounded by four walls of stone,
The hands that built those walls, my own.
Protected from the bitter wind
Of other luve’s of those who’ve sinned.
Yet still more deadly is the sin
Formed from my fear that blows within.
Stretching out up to the azure skies
To reach for freedom that up there lies.
My luve, that be planted within the ground,
Desires not the walls in which it’s found.
But instead doth search for the wide-open space
That’s Illumined with the Light of Grace.
And lest it, over-reaching, would die
Perhaps with a roof i’ll block the sky.

As i kept my luve thus safe inside,
With all my fearful care – it died.

love, Nov 2008

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11 thoughts on “A Promise is a Promise

  1. wow Love! this is intense, so many times we gaurd our hearts from love just to keep us from being hurt. and the outcome is loniless…we are not intended to be alone without love…HE is always there pouring love on us, we just need to accept it..

    heres my love to you…are you recieving it? well mister…i have missed you!

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  2. Spot on D! We are to guard our hearts – but when man, as he so often does, takes things TOO far we end up destroying what God has created and intended for us to learn and benefit by. Fear can cause us to over-react so as to avoid hurt or pain – our suffering. Jesus knew that sometimes ‘retreat’ was prudent but that ultimately we are to face rather than prevent our fear and Fear of God is the beginning of Wisdom. Those who love God with all their hearts and do His Commandments/Will have no need of earthly fears.

    Love should overcome all.

    Ric – Thank you 🙂 I’ll just say that Robbie and i (or Rabbie as he liked to be known to those close) are old friends.

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  3. “It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
    It’s the dream afraid of waking the never takes the chance
    It’s the one who won’t be taken that cannot seem to give
    And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.”

    -Amanda McBroom “The Rose”

    Thanks for posting again, but I understand your hesitation.

    D-

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  4. Nice to hear from you again. Did you run into wee Rabbie Burness on your walkabout?

    Love is perhaps the least safe experience we can try for. It’s one journey that can be enhanced by storms, if it can survive them.

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  5. Wow, Love.

    Yet still more deadly is the sin
    Formed from my fear that blows within.

    I build walls and it’s from this fear. To continue to reach after so much pain is true courage. To be filled with His love so we can love again…that’s my prayer.

    So glad you’ve posted. You’ve been missed.

    ♥ U!

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  6. Laz – love that song ( Bette Midler’s version particularly). If i ever had the nerve to try Karaoke i think i could do a fair rendition 😉

    Ed – Not this trip! I know him from way back.

    Bwan – i’ll remind you of that when i see you – although i don’t think you’ll need any reminder to give me a hug first time we meet, i know i won’t 🙂

    Joy-Renee – thank you! 🙂 it was a pleasure, made even greater through appreciation.

    Sis! 🙂 Something else we have in common – wall building! We should probably learn more how to tear them down… don’t you agree? 😉 I tend to think our personal need for ‘protection’ is greatly over-rated. Many times when we build walls to keep an enemy out we actually trap him inside WITH us 😯

    Or do something equally self-destructive, or even moreso, than an enemy could do to us. 😦

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  7. i did not read Lewis before i wrote the above poem, but he and i agree on this universal truth…

    “ To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. ”

    C.S Lewis

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