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Everything





Call me not your everything.
How can I be-
 so late matched and so long formed?
Tempered stones,
a good fit in the Mason's hands, yes,
  For He has chosen us!

His Master hand tumbles and turns,
  matching with His eye
    and builds together.
But the fit of stones is never seamless~
 
Let our tumbling together
   knock though roughend edge,
the Builder grind our way smooth.
Let Him be our mortar,
   our soft bed of connection,
Our cushion to set and cement together.

So I will be His gift for you-
The sweetest weight of His tangible love
Our house a strong wall-
For He is our everything!

 
~*~
 
 
 
 

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  • Peripatetic gold member
    June 27

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    The poem finds security in a relationship not in some silliness of infatuated attraction, but from a sense of being fitted for the role against another who has been fitted through the same process for the same purpose by the Master who formed both.


    • Siderea
      June 27
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      Thank you

      Always a joy to have you stop by and comment, Ben. This poem an odd one for me, a very emotional , sudden and direct inspiration. I sat down at the keyboard shaking and praying what to say, not liking to be meddler, and no fit counselor. Our security is set on this holy ground, a Solid Rock that we cannot see. The more the believer muses and ponders, the more wonderfully He reveals Himself to be.
      Walk barefoot!


  • Life is a Beach gold member
    December 16, 2008

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    I love this! It speaks to my heart as I can relate to these words so very well! We can be a good fit with someone but of course we cannot be their everything. I read a poem on here once by an elderly gentleman who had been married for many years, he said that a good marriage is like a jar filled with stones and sand. The stones represent love and the sand is friendship that holds it all together. Well...I enjoyed this tremendously...thank you! Pam

    • Siderea
      December 16, 2008
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      Thank you , Pam. Very glad you enjoyed it. Not one to give out romantic advice, but the situation called for a poem if nothing else.In love, being older does not necessarily make one wiser (See my comments below).
      If love be stones, sand the friendship, then the Father would be the cement. My husband and I were best friends for a long time before he asked me out. Jan 10 will be the 33 anniversary of our first date.


  • Topaze gold member
    December 15, 2008

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    Sounds like a mason, I am a carpenter so I build the love boat. All jokes aside this was very well done and full of meaning. Thank you for this fine entry.


  • Joseph Hollis
    December 14, 2008

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    Well done . I enjoyed these spiritual musings on the bonds of love.The staggered presentation of this piece is also very nice. Thank you for sharing.


  • iamlost gold member
    December 9, 2008

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    I love the spiritual aspect of this, it makes the message strong and your words powerful. A beautiful interpretation of the prompt.
    Well penned,
    ~lost

  • Papagallo
    December 8, 2008

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    Well different from what i have read before. I like the way it all flows. seems as if u are united with the master and with another. Wish I were able to hear you read this.

    • Siderea
      December 9, 2008
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      Thank you! I could read it smoothly in my head, but get tripped up when reading allowed. Free verse does give one the luxury of "shaping" the poem, in pauses and phrasing to give the reader an inkling.
      United with my best-beloved for 32 years, and that's what was drawn on in this poem. We both know that we cannot be everything for the other. The Lord is our cement and our refuge, and the binding of our trust.


  • Susan John Francis
    December 8, 2008
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    nice write here

  • Bob Fox
    December 8, 2008

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    Poet

    I would see a certain touch of God,s creation through an annoiting of sorts. Read this twice to see the reak spiritual aspect of the piece. Well done poet.


  • CookieZeal Greeters member
    December 7, 2008
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    Wonderful!

    oh yes. Much better.
    Might I also suggest that punctuation be eliminated as much as possible and capitals
    at the beginnings of lines except for the firsties?
    It will give more emphasis.

  • CookieZeal Greeters member
    December 7, 2008

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    Welcome to All Poetry!

    In content:
    I know this Prompter and Builder of souls!
    Once, while I was sad, angry, and in need of an answer, I cried ." Okay, God! What? How much do you want from me?".

    In a subtle, inaudible response, I heard,
    "...everything". Oh really?.......
    This truly happened. "Everything: It is out of love that He called me. Nothing less.

    My response:
    I truly like this piece. I can tell that you are privied on the inspiration that can prompt something like this.

    *Form*
    Middle align is great for iambic meter.
    I would place this in 'left align' since it is free verse.
    The specialty and mystery of it would work it best. Voices from above and beyond tell more when they don't centerfold.

    I will feature this one for commens. You may see it to the RIGHT of the screen under "Featured".

    • Siderea
      December 7, 2008
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      You are quite correct on the form, as it works better now that I have tried it left-aligned. Thank you for your considered and very constructive advice. I do relish an honest review, for why are we here, except for improvement?
      Aye, this was definitely prompted, by a pair of friends , head-over-heals-at-middle-age-in-no-time-flat. Both independently confided that the other was "my everything". This meddler prayed and sat down at the computer and in less than five minutes this was here. I rarely compose quickly, and never on the computer.
      A fluke.

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