For she who went away and returns. A poem. A song of Arsus. The second Moonlight rhyme.
Long time ago in my past
God had designed a special occasion;
that I would have oblivious encounters,
let alone considered them in mind.
For there she was, sitting in the porch
with a book on her lap.
And I was present, passing her I marched
with evil thoughts swarming about my cap.
While in darkness’s embrace I hid,
as in my youth I felt outside,
she was inside the crowd,
lost not but had herself collected.
Then she left
to chase the dreams God gave
whereas my ambitions were left dead
only to be raised again, now brave.
For with her departure came
our Lord into my life;
a child of Light I have become
and into His bliss and peace He let me dive.
Summers would pass, winters blew their gale
to take us where we are, closer yet further,
reminsicing all the times passed and spent;
about never realizing each’s presence
and being lost in God all this time,
though I had not inherited
what you have since your birth
during our silent encounters back then.
Now that you have returned,
all the distant, familiar feelings surged.
Yet I keep reminding myself
about all passions and callings
that God has put inside my core.
You have yours as well, the flames,
and different they be as we are,
if God has said His decrees,
nothing can stop His plans.
And this is His design for man and woman:
that through each other
they may see His glory revealed, adoring Him more,
and eventually be with Him in joy.
The beauty of the night falls upon the sky,
and love, see the crescent before us.
May its light shines unto our path, by
which God will show His way for us.