The worst secret to keep
is our struggles in love!
'Because love is the fight of all fights, all right'!!
And its success depends on you and me
Yesterday's Post, Betrayal, The Chief of Grief
has hit closer to home in the past year than ever before
Making me wonder perhaps if we should be better acquainted
with Love Himself!
Photo below taken a year ago when life was still 'normal'
(this would be our annual getaway weekend)
I will be the first to admit I/Jim and I could plaster a massive wall with mistakes made,
and mementos of 'failure' BUT we commit to never quit forgiving each other
to keep our marriage vows and remain faithful to the finish!
Maybe all women should be asking this poem of our Lifelong-Love-to-be
Love flows like fire in a pen
It tugs heartstrings with mute amen
Where farewell often steals the show
And love must learn how to let go
While ever honing the fine art
Of keeping motive pure in heart
Love is more than ‘my happiness’
Or a costume worn to impress
Love suffers much and bears in mind
That to be strong love must be kind
It does not harbour for itself
Some idol on a secret shelf
Love is a weapon and a shield
A mountain and an open field
It weathers, tethers and equips
With iron will, and gentle lips
And in its sacred ties that bind
We leave words like ‘my, me’ behind
Love intertwines with its cohort
For love is not a solo-sport
But cleaves to its betrothed ally
To keep vigil with watchful eye
For when love lets its guard grow lax
It invites enemy attacks
Love seems to be the favoured prey
Of dreams and lies and cunning sway
Then our greatest goal should be
To protect it ferociously
And defend love’s holy ought
Lest we fail it, for love does not
Love is far more than meets the gaze
Of those who wonder at its ways
Love is a front-line, prayer-immersed
The aftermath of ‘others first’
It does not covet, does not steal
It does not trust the dust of ‘feel’
Love is a God-begotten tryst
Without Him, love does not exist
For God is love, in Him we trust
All else is hate’s accomplice; lust
And whether we believe or not
All who have loved have witnessed God
Love never fails; lust desecrates
What havoc Selfish Yes creates
When it is seduced by the lies
That masquerade as love’s disguise
Behooving us to reassess
Who and what brings True Happiness
Darling, let’s commit to the fight
For This is what love is, all right
White knuckled grit to hold on so
While we submit to letting go
Of all that does not benefit
Love’s long and short and whole of it
Love has no trophy wall or shelf
It never succeeds by itself
But exceeds all else, above all
Though its accolades may seem small
When weighed with the success Fame hails
Where love commits, love never fails
Love, let it be our sole/soul intent
Let it be the humble cement
That binds the mason-work of days
With devoted, trustworthy ways
So that when death our last breath drains
The legacy of love remains
© Janet Martin
In this community, recently Death has drained so many, suddenly
of Last Breath, leaving behind Love/life's permanent legacy
which is why, in these very troubled times
I am choosing this simple song by Don Williams to remind us
of what really matters!
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