The Bride

With forelorn eyes she watches me,
calling out my name
beckoning me to return.

Oh but she was not my love,
there were good times and bad,
but never a moment worth forever.

She was my past.

With envy she scolds my conscience
What of me? She asks,
while wrapped in the embrace of my new love.

She is my now.

But even now holds not my heart,
for she has joined my past,
and I continue in search of my true Bride.

Full of love, hope, and faith,
Calling me to her by name,
knowing me more than I know myself,

She is my future.




With Love,

Your Brother

Brother IAMIAM,

Thank you for sharing…

reply to post by IAMIAM


Thank you for sharing your poem! very well done!

Originally posted by de1111codEiT
Brother IAMIAM,

Thank you for sharing…

Originally posted by tsawyer2
reply to post by IAMIAM

 

Thank you for sharing your poem! very well done!

Don't thank me my friends.

You are part of the story, the inspiration.

With Love,

Your Brother

And consider this the invitation to the wedding party.

When I do find my future, I hope you are a part of it.

With Love,

Your Brother

I feel your emotion in what you write.
I am sorry for your loss, but confident in your future.
Nice poem, and safe passage.

PLPL

If anyone assumes this is a relationship poem, well that is just the opinion of the ATS staff.

This poem is much more than about a relationship.

But truth is frowned upon.

The truth is this is my confession, disclosure, and related personal experience unveiled to the world.

The Gray Area is a discussion forum that provides a dedicated area for members to post their confessions, disclosures, and related extraordinary personal experiences.

I have done so in other posts, but they keep getting moved to BTS forums.

Well this is my work, and therefore I can explain its intent.

As above, so below.

With Love,

Your Brother

Just out of curiosity, what do you make of the Valentinian sacrament of the bridal chamber?

Originally posted by IAMIAM
With forelorn eyes she watches me,
calling out my name
beckoning me to return.

Oh but she was not my love,
there were good times and bad,
but never a moment worth forever.

She was my past.

With envy she scolds my conscience
What of me? She asks,
while wrapped in the embrace of my new love.

She is my now.

But even now holds not my heart,
for she has joined my past,
and I continue in search of my true Bride.

Full of love, hope, and faith,
Calling me to her by name,
knowing me more than I know myself,

She is my future.




With Love,

Your Brother

edit on 21-12-2011 by IAMIAM because: (no reason given)

hmmm..sounds like it isn't so wonderful being with you .

Hopefully you did not abandon children as well ? or are they part of your "past" as well?

Does the woman you are with now.. know you are fishing for someone else?..obviously it is someone who you think will read this.. do you really think you will endear yourself to her.. with callous comments about your 'past" and "present" relationships?

Originally posted by gabby2011
hmmm..sounds like it isn't so wonderful being with you .

Hopefully you did not abandon children as well ? or are they part of your "past" as well?

Does the woman you are with now.. know you are fishing for someone else?..obviously it is someone who you think will read this.. do you really think you will endear yourself to her.. with callous comments about your 'past" and "present" relationships?

Open your eyes my friend. This is no mere woman I write about.

This love is my life.

The poem is about time.

With Love,

Your Brother

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But on a personal note...

Let me ask you my friend, what do you have against me so?

What have I ever done to you that you would come here with such judgement?

I disagreed with you in a thread?

I have not asked nor demanded anything of you. All I have ever done is shared my view of things. So we disagree on some things. Of course we do. We each lived seperate lives and have seen and heard different things.

So what.

Is that really a reason to divide us?

Why can't you see the best in me?

Why can't you look beyond our differences for something deeper, like the meaning behind this poem?

Why are you not alone?

Why does even the staff of this very forum hold me down?

You want this to be about relationships, fine, let's make it about relationships.

What has anyone got against me here?

Better yet, who will come forward and accept me as their brother and friend?

And act like it.

With Love,

Your Brother

reply to post by IAMIAM


I have nothing against you..I apologize for being harsh.

Please forgive me.

I may not agree with some of what you say..but that isn't a reason to be unkind..please .I ask you again to forgive me.

Originally posted by gabby2011
reply to post by IAMIAM

 

I have nothing against you..I apologize for being harsh.

Please forgive me.

I may not agree with some of what you say..but that isn't a reason to be unkind..please .I ask you again to forgive me.

You never have to ask my forgiveness for anything my friend.

Just know that I am your friend, and treat me as such.

We are just strangers getting to know different points of view here.

With Love,

Your Brother

Pretty cool poem.
Pretty advanced understanding.
This shouldn't be in the relationship forum, however. It should be in the theology forum.

It would also fit nice in the Short Story forum as well.

Iam, I'm curious as your beliefs. Are you a Christian? Are you referring to the Lamb and the Bride?

Are you defining a relationship you wish for, or one that has been denied?

Too many questions, so little time.

Peace, Brother.

Originally posted by Druid42
Too many questions, so little time.

Yes!

With Love,

Your Brother

I commend you on your path. You are doing well.

You have a beautiful voice, one in which nothing is lost.

It is sad to hear your words in prose, but also uplifting. Souls as yourself have much to share.

Originally posted by silent thunder
Just out of curiosity, what do you make of the Valentinian sacrament of the bridal chamber?

edit on 12/21/11 by silent thunder because: (no reason given)

This poem is the sacrament of the Bridal Chamber.

There were three buildings specifically for sacrifice in Jerusalem. The one facing the west was called “The Holy”. Another, facing south, was called “The Holy of the Holy”. The third, facing east, was called “The Holy of the Holies”, the place where only the high priest enters. Baptism is “the Holy” building. Redemption is the “Holy of the Holy”. “The Holy of the Holies” is the bridal chamber. Baptism includes the resurrection and the redemption; the redemption (takes place) in the bridal chamber.

The past is Holy. Baptism and birth.

The now is Holy of the Holy. Redemption.

The future is the Holy of the Holies, the Bridal Chamber.

Notice there is nothing in the north. The north is a place of darkness for as the sun made its course through the day, there were no windows in the north for it to shine it's light through.

This is emblematic of death, the place of darkness, the great unknown.

With Love,

Your Brother