Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Grounded Cupid

'Twas 300-odd days ago,
on the postman i rested my hope
The next evening we let words flow,
A light rekindled as she spoke

Reviving sentimentalities,
we casually delight
each-other's faint memories;
funny how our paths reunite

And so began the wooing
that looked to a future
There was sincere purpose
and heartfelt gesture

Then slowly came the issues,
that begged to be revealed
Was your trust misused,
and thus remorse congealed?

I prayed for healing,
you searched your heart
Lord heard our pleading;
forgiveness He'd impart

Yet that was all,
but surely lasting-bliss
Though He took our fall
still something was amiss

We had reserved ourselves
before the elders spoke
Though babes in Christ,
we were unequally yoked

Just about a fortnight ago,
we were ministered to
Hearing Godly advice though
there were dangers exposed too

And so we agreed
that we'd let the Lord show
If we fit indeed
pray He'd let us know

Although it's tough when our heart's all silenced
I will trust with all my spirit, in His steadfast asylum

3 comments:

Aristocrat said...

A very heartfelt poem, though I read a lot of underlying meanings in it. Was it your subconscious at work or was it intended, you yourself will know.

Good luck in what you have wished for.

Qiurong

Pope @ David said...

to aristocrat:
To God, I presented those thoughts; my recent prayers and petitions.

Nice to hear from you :)

Aristocrat said...

One does hope He answers your prayers. Take care too brother.