For my husband,
I want to write love poems
To you
And press my words to
your skin
So that they tantalize
your senses
And numb mine from raging
For want of you.
I long to write our love story
Under starry night
As we plod our way through
real-life tragedies
But I’ll pen them as romantic-comedies
And we’ll never die,
Unless together---hand-in-hand---
Your body cupped against mine
As we meet the Creator
of us.
I want to write parables
of Love
Not darkness or tears
But Light
And all the while
I will author memoirs of you…
My dearly beloved.
I want to pen our life
As one long fairy-tale
And my words will be
true
The rest of my life fiction,
But you and me,
we are true
we are unfeigned
we are epic—
You, you are inscribed on my heart
and I can only scrawl and scribble its contents
and hope—someone—
will read my heart and see you.
And they’ll seem like stories
of Him
Because you have been
His shadow
Against the landscape of my being
You have been His shadow
Draped over my life in God-like ways
So that I know—His presence.
CjZ
❤️
Whatever love stories you write today, mother/child, friend/friend, grief-stricken/comforter, lover/lover — know that Love is worthy to celebrate. God is Love. God demonstrates love. Let us strive to be God’s shadow so that another will know His presence in this life: in the stories of grief, in the parables of hardship, in the epic tales of joy and triumph and in the memoirs of unconditional love. Write love poems on someone’s heart today. Scribble and scrawl some measure of love for another today.
Because, you are loved.
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