Moments in Love (Reflections by Taneisa Grier)
Real & true love isn't sacrificial. Only fools choose to
loose time for tomorrows that aren't promised. It's our "todays" love
that even carries us to the future love. Find me a "man" who’s
experienced health and prosperity and see if he discounts love as being a
measure of that blessing. To each its own though. But for me-bid me a love that
is true and sweet. A memory of a portion of "good" love may seem like
forever in a short span of time. The feeling never leaving and the essence of a
touch, though fading still remembered.
"I traced his
steps back to the place" where I first exhaled and realized the beauty of
this moment is in the feelings that I carry away after the exchange. If
fleeting, we might call it lust. But if this pure moment is lasting, we have just
seen the love of God in each of us, mirrored reflection of "on earth as it
is in heaven". Might I be a better person after this...? If the future
holds several of this kind of love then I know why that "rich" man
has children and yet still a wife on his arm. She may not be the first but she
is deemed valuable. Do you scorn at the thought of love and wealth being part
of a connubial recipe for a happy life. Does this make men or women vulnerable-
less than their intellectual pontifications of scholarships and acquisitions?;
or might we be well served in our daily parleys to have someone to greet us
once we cross the threshold of the place
we call "home". Might our 4 walls behind closed doors tell of what
life and livelihood are like before and after love?
Hmmmm, this long
mental reflective anticipation shall I ponder more” until” I boast that he came
for me in the day I needed most. No hesitation, no flinching of my call. A swift
response because I was “worth it” and I hadn’t hesitated when my
opportunity came to express more than lip service but I pushed the petal, not once
but thrice times at this same moment. Will he be there to hold me- warm from
the chill air? I laugh, my wet hair washed, a lovely floral smell. The wind has
my attention. My credence remains there is one who believes in making the night
beautiful just as I do.
Is this tangible for us...it most certainly was
Find more of my thoughts in "A Thousand Words" http://thebp.site/215878Three of my favorite beautiful love songs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgGokqDqgso
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpmhblKTd-o
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