Friday, July 30, 2010

Havre de Grace

Everyone occasionally plays the fool. No matter how careful we are, there is no escaping it. Not even vast wisdom can save us from our own folly. Even Solomon was a bad father with a weakness for women. I never got an epiphany of wisdom. What are my chances? It is easy to lose face and even hurt someone when you don't want to.
Can you forgive my mistakes? Even when I get lost at sea, you pull me into your harbor; tie me down and keep me steady. I am accepted and even loved; not in spite of myself, but because of myself. Somehow when you kiss me, the world rights itself. The storm calms and I am bound again in your harbor of grace. So kiss me now, the way you have a hundred times. With a light hand on my chin, you say it all: even in my foolishness and stupidity, you love me.
We've both made mistakes. We both have regrets. When we are together it is as if our inadequacies fulfill us. Together rights are wronged. Maybe you are my epiphany of wisdom. You always know how to put me in my place. You are my Solomon, my love.

"Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
Like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away."


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