A crimson heart ~
sweet as nectar,
and a scarlet, burning ember
too deep to fathom ~
love, pure, fresh love
cleaves him to her.
He opens the gilded cage,
watching, awestruck
and with baited breath.
Apprehensive, her wings unfurl,
She flutters, then sails away
on the gentlest stream of
a breeze.
Shimmering,
she returns
to the gilded cage
and sees Him there,
waiting.
Her wings,
beating
in time with her heart.
Her heart,
beating
in time with His.
image credit: google, public domain
poetry: copyright Roxanne Galpin
Inspired by and dedicated to Martin, who showed me that I do have wings, that they can carry me, and that I can fly on my own. He showed me this through the anguish of his love, which gave him the strength to hold the cage open for me to fly out. Of course, I flew back into the cage to my husband, a man who understands that loving me requires giving me alot of space.
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
2 comments:
This moved me deeply Tinkerbell. You have an awesome Hubby.
Wow! Simply breathtakingly powerful.
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