He Is Beholden To Her Song

True love...

In the bowels of his soul he is beholden to her song, resounding in his every cell.
He kneels in the rugged earth, touching his lips to the damp soil, and there he leaves a kiss,
A wish, a moment of humble bliss, a prayer.
Her melody will carry him into the darkest night,
Enchanting lilt that carries light.
He was once a young man whose dreams filled the universe.
He petitioned God with courage and might, admitting his want to fight,
Yet surrendering his desire in the fire of all things that should not be.
His creativity was the breath that accompanied his heartbeat:
He wrote songs to right the wrongs,
Sang with whole-soul, full in expression,
Boundless expansion of passion.
He is the unsung hero of tomorrow�"
Living for the future, sure in his vision,
Proud to carry out God's will,
Perfectly still in his conviction.,
A light warrior without an army,
A king without a kingdom,
Brilliance without recognition;
And it became such a lonely place to be,
For he longed to be heard, understood, respected, but instead he was wronged.
When you are great there will always be those who hate that you have risen and given
When they are still in their self-made prisons with no reason for treason.
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He hears her song, akin to a soothing scent on the wind carried to him.
She is a companion filling his senses, a muse for his tune,
Stirring him to make melodic magic:
How the notes of his tongue grace the listening soul when she is his awakening!
She gives him a reason to redeem the voice of vision within him,
And she says�"proceed, carry on, sing your song,
Light the world with your joy not your pain,
It is never in vain, forever bears your every dream,
We are as a seam in the weathered yet tight weave of this tapestry we call eternity,
God does sew and color our beauty, we can only trust His hand.
She is wise, and she is his sunrise, and for this he loves her so!
Like a dancer of divine skill, she wraps her spirit around everything that he is
And comforts his heart, nurtures the part of him that wants to give up,
Tends to his scarred self, mends him back to health,
Tells him�"I am your friend, forever�"
Together we serve the Father;
What more could we live for?

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