Gideon Foli Poet Free verse

Return My Love

She is adorn in henna blooms
Her lips as red as crimson
Her fragrance fills rooms like pillars of smoke
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense
 
Betrothed to One Husband  
A marriage of minds
A virgin hard to find
A chaste virgin Bride
She is called to be Holy
Pure and intolerant to sin
A spotless wife without blemish
She bears pleasant fruits, the very best
 
She has marred her beauty
She has turned away and is gone
She has given in to idolatry
Espousing to another deity
She’s like a leaven that leavens the lump
The Bride in town is corrupted
 
 
“Your garment is greatly polluted; you have played the harlot with many lovers,
yet return to me”, says the Lord. Jeremiah 3:1b

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Richard Evans May 10, 2020 at 1:34 AM Wow! The last line is moving. I like how you chose the third person POV to deliver this lovely aesthetic piece. Thanks for sharing.

Richard Lamoureux April 30, 2020 at 8:59 AM You describe us well. “Lest any man brag.”

Paul Callus April 23, 2020 at 4:56 PM Two very contrasting sides to this beautiful virgin bride, Gideon! If she repents and goes back, will she be accepted with open arms, like the prodigal son!! ~ Regards // paul

Demetrios Trifiatis April 22, 2020 at 1:48 PM Awe inspiring poem dearest, Gideon! Profound and glorious! Blessings

Charlie Smith April 22, 2020 at 12:23 PM Very well done GIDEON, peace be with you...

Winged Warrior April 22, 2020 at 7:53 AM Well penned my friend...there is much to learn lol...stay safe...^WW^ :o)

Mystic Rose Rose April 22, 2020 at 6:12 AM I think people should be free to worship any which way they like, including women. Having said that, I can see the beauty in this poem, Lovely xo

John Watt April 22, 2020 at 1:00 AM Gideon, your words are reminiscent of the prophet Hosea speaking to Israel of his day. Yet he ends with a promise of redemption: "I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction?" Powerful writing, my friend.

Pashang Salehi April 21, 2020 at 1:06 AM Only a Woman of the divine, could know all that a woman can be...

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri April 20, 2020 at 2:38 PM Awe this is sensational! A true story? Idolatry is awful and very irrational ah . You expressed in awesome poetic style and lament. Kudos.! Gideon Foli April 21, 2020 at 11:15 PM Thanks Zaynab.

Len Gasun April 20, 2020 at 11:56 AM Amazing write dear friend. How I wish women are still like the ones before. I also love reading your work dear friend, Gideon (nice name). Thanks for reading mine. God bless you.

Andrea Dietrich April 18, 2020 at 2:22 PM oh my, and she started out so perfect!! I enjoyed this write of yours, Gideon. Perhaps a woman these days cannot be put so high on a pedestal to begin with. Gideon Foli April 21, 2020 at 11:15 PM Thanks my dear friend.