Resurrection - the Inn of My Heart Part Ii
The Inn of My Heart is a lovely place
where I go to restore my soul.
In leisure moments I walk its halls
and visit all who dwell therein.
It seems every room is open to me;
every corner is known; and
I am ever at home and safe
within its sheltering walls.
Though I've dwelt here many years
and know as I am known,
sometimes I find surprises
as I wander through my Inn.
Just the other day
I had spent a peaceful hour
gazing on a beautiful scene
through a window to the West.
When the time came to journey home
I looked both right and left, then
chose the course less known to me
and started on my way.
At first the light was bright and warm,
but soon I noticed a chill;
it became hard to see my way
through the dim and dusky halls.
Then ahead I saw a glimmer of light
dancing just out of my view,
so I picked up my pace and hurried along,
sure I was almost home.
But all that was there was an open door,
one I did not know.
So I walked up closer and looked inside,
and my breath caught in my throat.
Jewel-like fragments were strewn all about
Like a puzzle spilt out of a box
Waiting for someone to put together
whatever this once had been.
It was the strangest thing
to see those pieces scattered there;
they were familiar, yet so alien,
with a beauty all their own.
I reached out my hand,
curious to know their nature.
The next moment I snatched it back;
one touch was all it took.
Here was the remnant of Her.
Beguiling and bewitching,
she was beckoning me to bring to life
a past I thought was dead.
Too many years I lived as Her
wearing Her mantle as though she were me
while somewhere in this Inn of mine,
displayed in silent solitude,
had been the rejected forgotten essence of me.
I stood there in fascination,
and though I knew I should flee,
I moved closer...
But then, loud and clear,
I heard a voice within,
"Resurrect Her if you will,
wear her smiles, her pleasant brow,
be polite and even-tempered;
never ask for what you want.
But remember what I tell you;
I know of what I speak.
For every smile that covers pain,
every silent deed of unwanted kindness,
for giving and never being given,
for love offered into a void,
you'll pay a terrible price.
Don't bring Her to life!
Don't gather the pieces.
Let them lie there - forever forgotten."
I hesitated no longer
by those beautiful terrible pieces,
then as I locked the door and walked away
I heard a strange soft sound.
I can't be sure,
but I think it was a sigh of relief
from beautiful Her,
forever behind the locked door.
Copyright © Beverly Read | Year Posted 2017
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