A Poem To My Wife

This is a poem that I wrote as a last resort, the last attempt to piece back the brokenness that was our marriage. It's personal. It's from the heart. It's true. Please feel free to read. Enjoy...

My dear wife.

Apart from you these long months. How much darkness has kept us away. How I long for to gaze just once into your eyes and see love, if only for an instant. The joy that would race my heart like a stallion kept so long in his cage. Be careful oh heart of mine. Do dare give what cannot yet be received?

Where I see hope my lover sees despair. The bright stars that used to be the eyes of my love have departed only to be left with hopelessness. The sadness that I see troubles my sole. If only she could see the love that is so freely given. If only she could for just a moment in time be loved.

I wish to hold my love in my arms and whisper the truths that she no longer believes. To dispel the lies that has lodged themselves into her heart. If only I could stroke her smooth brown tresses that cover her head and brush away the deception that the evil one has placed there. Someone once told my love that she is not worthy. That she is not precious to Him. That she is undeserving of love.

Oh how I would destroy the fool who could have spoke the evil that has rapt my lover’s heart. If I could meet the one who would say such lies I would surely tear him limb from limb, with wild horses tied to arms and legs, so he could lie no more, could hurt my love not again. Oh the joy, lies vanquished would bring!

But wait; could the evil one be me? Could I, if only justified, hurt my love? Would the damage be any less? I who have been given the responsibility to protect, have injured? I, who was to cherish, have wronged? My love, that was my greatest earthly gift I soiled? Could it be? If so, than I rip my own heart out in the anguish that I may have caused, if only part.

Oh Lord, hear my prayer. Give me yet one more chance. I know that I am only the servant to watch over the precious angel that you have leant me for but a time. For she is truly Yours to love and keep. I am only hers for a season to You. I give her back to You as I am undeserving to keep. Lend her back to me only if you find me worthy to be her servant. If not, than please Lord, take my heart, never to be restored as I have failed my duty you so entrusted in me.

Lord God, Let my lover, love again. Let her heart be repaired. Let her joy be restored. Let her see the gift that you so desperately want her to open. Show her. Open her eyes. Let the sparkle so long dimmed be restored. Let her worthiness be reinstated in her own eyes. Let her atonement be complete. Let her see how precious she is to You…and me.