I Am Spiritual But Not Religious
You were there when I felt alone, but I would not see it.
You whispered your love to me, but I would not hear it.
You wooed me, but I could not believe it.
They told me it wasn't true. They told me you were present, but only to judge me.
They told me you loved me, but only with a tough love. They told me not to trust a loving kindness that embraced the whole human experience of love - they told me it would mislead me.
They told me that you woo like a torturer woos. The promise of relief and freedom for a confession.
How was I to see that they were wrong?
But they were. Everything they told me failed, and I discovered the caresses of your love, the skip of your heart at the mention of my name, the light in your eyes when you talk of me.
You did everything it took to make this possible. You removed every barrier. Those things they think of you perished by the sacrifices you made for me.
I am loved by the eternal. I have dived into the heart of the infinite and there found the love that created all things. I have stared into the abyss and the abyss opened its eyes - eyes from which tears flowed, tears welling up from a source more human than I. Such is the intensity of the love staring back at me.
I can see it now, the stretching of my soul into eternity. Death has changed from a grave to a door. A pleasant door... When the time comes one simply steps over the threshold to pull back the veil that has separated us from the utter onslaught of love.
The veil is necessary for a time so that we are able to love. So that our lover knows we truly have fallen in love.
A prince can always find a willing suitor, but if a prince wants to find true love he might have to hide his identity, disguise himself and see if he can find a one to love him for who he really is underneath his "glory" without his glory compelling hearts for other reasons than love.
Death will pull back that veil. We will finally see our lover face to face in all glory and be completely enraptured. We will be taken by the hand and led into the adventure that only a love with an unstoppable need to create could, well, create.
All love asks is to trust it.
You whispered your love to me, but I would not hear it.
You wooed me, but I could not believe it.
They told me it wasn't true. They told me you were present, but only to judge me.
They told me you loved me, but only with a tough love. They told me not to trust a loving kindness that embraced the whole human experience of love - they told me it would mislead me.
They told me that you woo like a torturer woos. The promise of relief and freedom for a confession.
How was I to see that they were wrong?
But they were. Everything they told me failed, and I discovered the caresses of your love, the skip of your heart at the mention of my name, the light in your eyes when you talk of me.
You did everything it took to make this possible. You removed every barrier. Those things they think of you perished by the sacrifices you made for me.
I am loved by the eternal. I have dived into the heart of the infinite and there found the love that created all things. I have stared into the abyss and the abyss opened its eyes - eyes from which tears flowed, tears welling up from a source more human than I. Such is the intensity of the love staring back at me.
I can see it now, the stretching of my soul into eternity. Death has changed from a grave to a door. A pleasant door... When the time comes one simply steps over the threshold to pull back the veil that has separated us from the utter onslaught of love.
The veil is necessary for a time so that we are able to love. So that our lover knows we truly have fallen in love.
A prince can always find a willing suitor, but if a prince wants to find true love he might have to hide his identity, disguise himself and see if he can find a one to love him for who he really is underneath his "glory" without his glory compelling hearts for other reasons than love.
Death will pull back that veil. We will finally see our lover face to face in all glory and be completely enraptured. We will be taken by the hand and led into the adventure that only a love with an unstoppable need to create could, well, create.
All love asks is to trust it.
By:
MonsMadeleine
Age:
31-35
,
Male
