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Topic: POETRY CHALLENGE - Romance (12/06/04)
TITLE: The One Who Loves Me By Lois Jennison Tribble 12/11/04 |
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in the arms of the golden dragon.
Scales gleaming and glistening,
I was bound by his radiant glow.
Then you came.
Shining sword in hand,
you cast your eyes upon my loathsomeness.
You viewed my shame,
not with pity, not contempt:
your gaze was love.
And in your eyes
I saw mirrored the reflection
of who I could become --
the woman you wanted
me to be.
Seizing on that miracle
I begged you to slay the dragon.
His hot breath hounded me
but you answered sternly:
"Not yet, my beloved.
Not yet, my bride.
"I have vanquished, sealed his doom,
but his day is not yet over.
Leave him behind,
and follow me."
Tenderly you swept me up
in your strong arms
and set me upon your white horse.
Wrapped in your cloak
I am shielded from all the elements.
The dragon hissed and writhed,
but could do us no real harm.
His golden glow,
just tarnished brass beside you.
You took me to the river
and plunged me in pure, clean water.
I drowned both to myself,
and to my shame.
You pulled me from the depths, spotless;
Clothing me with your own white robe,
drenched in precious blood,
your blood for me.
I am yours . . . you are mine.
Never to suffer the torments
of the dragon and his seed.
You hold me when the earth shakes
and my father and mother flee.
Safe in the arms
of the one who loves me,
free to be the one
reflected in your eyes.
Jesus:
lover of my soul.
My creator, my redeemer,
my joy, my hope.
The bread of life from heaven,
son of God, son of man.
I was looking for my knight in shining armor,
for one who is worthy, and faithful:
To have and to hold
for better or worse,
for richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish,
whom death cannot part.
There is no other,
I look no more:
You are that One.