Hephzibah 💕💎

Here we are; involved in not being involved
Trying to keep the lines neat and straight;

To grow in friendship as romance evolves.

And we become each other’s soulmate.

Here we are: taking the less-travelled road

Courting Agape; resisting Eros

Allowing commitment to unfold

Guarding our hearts like a fragile rose.

Some days, I struggle to tame the passion

thoughts of him ignite in me

And I do hardly anything but imagine

How beautiful our union will someday be.

Some days, I think of the roles we’ll play;

Spouse, co-parent, companion, partner

And in my daydreams, we’re always having a good day.

Comfy, content; lots of kisses and laughter.

Then there are days my mind is saddled with doubt

And I ponder, Lord, is he really the One?

What if one day, I find out

I’m formed from the rib of a different man?

There are days when the most negligible things

Seem like mountains in my eyes:

Are these the warning signs?

Am I ignoring Your verdict written in black and white?

Round and round the voices fly

Taunting; tearing at my peace of mind.

But I stop to hear the Still, Small One

Who offers not advice, but restful calm.

I stop to listen for the breeze

That blows in crystal clarity

And it brings me here, to my knees;

Away from doubt, and fantasy.

It’s here You say: ‘Peace, be still

I work in you to do and will.

I do the leading, you do the heeding;

Surrender your heart, I’ll do the weeding.

I’ll school you on loving and being lovable

I’ll lead you into truth; the myths unravel

You’ll discern a man’s character, not his estate

As your virtue grows and vanity dissipates.

I’ll teach you to search a man’s heart, not his hand

I’ll make looks dim, charisma bland.

I’ll adjust your premium on faithfulness and honesty

And make prayerfulness irresistibly ‘sexy’

Child, I’ll remake you so it’s simple.

Your heart will race for the One locked in My temple..

See, in the end, it is you who’ll decide

Whose ribcage you will fit inside

So let Me show you what to look for;

And teach you to hold on in times of war

Cos love is not just about the good days,

But it shouldn’t be something hardships erase.

Even in turmoil, love is a choice;

Love is dancing in spite of the noise

Of what he isn’t and what he doesn’t.

Once you make vows, break them you mustn’t

So for now, grow in friendship while I transform you

Into One who loves perfectly… fearlessly,

As I do!!

• sheyla