~ the Bouquet ~
Humbly holding forth this bouquet of flowers
Within these sincere and love filled hands ~
Marked by lines that have defined themselves, through time....
The spectrum of colors across these pages, these shades
Endlessly, from black unto white; crossing these shadowed avenues
This maze, that many they have called life?
Never looking towards the left nor the right
Straight ahead, many of them say....
But what are these things unto myself, as I question them all now?
Shall I trade eternity in paradise, for this moment of sunlight, in life?
To let darkness' desires, forever steal this hope, from my soul? No!
I shall not entangle myself within these webs of sorrow....
For I have seen the face of pain, and have beheld its eternal grave
I have walked the highways, the byways, along these corridores of time
Viewing both joy and sorrow-profoundly so!
Grasping thorns while holding stems
Tasting, both bitter and sweetened wines
Yet realizing within the end, by mercies touch
That these shimmerings are merely mirages
Not worth the dust, from which they were exhumed; born
This black hole of souls starvation....
Skeletal bones of its aftermath, dangling upon its umbilical cord
Only to be severed, forever within its end!
But rather I shall hold these flowers, with hands, strengthened by "The Light" ~
Until the pages of life that we know, are folded and forever discarded away
For this is love, that I have come to know-passing winds, deepened breaths, lies....
"My Love" for you is not, encumbered by the here and now
Yet is always within my heart and sight-this different array of colors ~
A bouquet I have come to now see and to hold
A sweeter flower, this, Heavens true love and rose!
Within these humbled hands, softened, yet forged through the flaming fires, of truth....
Placing within one hand, this sharpened sword, meant only, for darkness' heart
And this is "Love," unto me now, to forever slay, this shadowed night!
For my love is eternal, and my soul by "Grace," is everlasting ~
A love that shall not wither by the sunrise, of tomorrows light....
This flower that shall endure, until the ends of time!
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~ The Bouquet ~
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2008
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