The Pursuit of Marital Chastity

Though many have lost the battle, can I go forward in a worthy pursuit? For those whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to an unhappy halt, could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur? Can I have my cake and eat it too? Can it be beautiful and forbidden too? Am I listening to the sound of music never designed for winners? Do I look with glee through glasses neither half full nor half empty? Am I salivating over portraits created by mirages in the desert? Are marriages endurable or even survivable? The continuous grind of interpersonal conflicts; The verbal, emotional, and physical abuse; And the devastating effects of ‘an affair’; The rights of life and liberty; And the pursuit of happiness too; true values, deeply rooted in the fiber of my being. The purchase of certain liberties demands a hefty price. I then consider the pleasure gained versus a life of pain. So, I pause to ponder the horrendous cost of broken vows. But why do I not turn my eyes, and slowly walk away? Why do I allow such noble dreams to become nightmares? With two ears, I pursue chastity. In one ear I hear a voice, saying, “With just one secluded night of infidelity, you could be infused with adventure and pleasure”. That voice, so crystal clear, so pleasing and promising; It’s the sound of charm and enchantment; a costly voice. So, I close the other ear that’s projecting a voice of caution and reason. It says to me, “Please don’t because you would lose a lasting bond of trust”. Is it just me, or do I see a dying breed of the trusted and the faithful? Is it just me, or are we growing indifferent to the tried and the true? I hear the noise of fun and games, but I hear the children crying too. Is there anybody trying to be reliable, like the rising and setting sun? 04282015PSContest, A Sexy Surreal, Lewis Raynes A featured poem on PS the week of 080122