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AGUEST SAID
when I was contemplating saying yes to dating again (peace to you, my dearest one, and thanks, dear tec, for the venue!). He has been SUCH a wonderous force in my life lately that I wanted to "publish" it for him, again, here:
TO THE "INTRUDER" (Por Marcelino)
The other day
You made your way
Into the home that is
My heart.
Were you meant to be there? No.
For I gave you no invite
No passcard... no code
No key.
But when I opened the Door
To my heart
The place where I "live"
I found you there.
What did you want?
Did you say? No.
Instead I saw that you had
Danced.
Gracefully
Over the carpet
Of the fiber
Of my being.
Leaping and pirouetting
You left light
Barely noticeable
Footprints.
Across the floor
Of the place
Where I "live"...
My heart.
You peeked through the threshold
Into the boudoir of my soul
Your eyes scanning the view
Taking in all you could see:
The firm platform of Faith
On which my soul
And my back
Had rested since birth
The plush coverings of Hope
Which carried me away
On clouds
As I slept
The deep pillows of Joy
Which supported my mind
My heart, my soul... my Spirit
Since times ancient
The frayed curtains of Love
That tried to hide unmentionable secrets
Spoken only in covert rendezvous
With the Creator
During times of tempestuous storms
Through fear and darkness
Yet with complete illumination
And calm...
And you stepped in.
What were you seeking?
Did you say? No.
But you turned
And opened a drawer
And began to rummage
Ever so gently through places
Long ago painted shut
To hide their scrambled contents
Things thrown in
This way and that
Disorganized
And unkempt
And so you saw my nakedness
Revealed through the intimate apparel
Of my Truths
Where you uncovered
The fine lace of Mildness
The smooth silk and satin of Kindness
The sturdy cotton of Patience
The warm flannel of Peace
Some things old
Some things new
But all of them mine
None of them borrowed
You lifted up the dainties
Of my dreams
And handled each one
Delicately and tenderly
Before carefully returning them
One and all
To their 'proper' place
Just as you had found them
What were you looking for?
Did you say? No.
Instead, you moved on further
Into the interior rooms that are me
And quietly, you opened more doors
To closets locked long, long ago
To hide the 'skeletons' which hang there
On wispy wires of sadness and melancholy
Coats that covered my sins and errors
You threw open and turned inside out
Their pockets now hanging forlornly
Without their former contents...
Souvenirs of a time past:
An old movie ticket, a paperback novel
A matchbook, a joint
A discarded wedding ring
You pulled my outer garments around you
To inhale their aroma... my aroma
And as you took a DEEP breath
You heard my key...
In the door.
And as I entered the room that is my heart
I felt your silent movement
Inside the dwelling of me, inside my soul
And so I cried out,
"Who's there?"
Did you say? No.
You hid yourself
In the shadows
Of my interior rooms.
But me... being ME... I had to SEE:
Who was there without my knowledge?
Who had entered my rooms, my home, my heart?
Without my invite... my passcard... my code
Without my key?
And I, rather than walk softly
Ran roughshod
Over the carpet of the fiber of my being
Stubbing toes, banging elbows, bruising...
My own heart.
Until I reached the light [switch] of Truth
That would illuminate my WHOLE "house"
The entire Temple
Of my very being...
And frantically threw it on!
But... you were gone.
Please... come back!
For I didn't mean to startle you.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
In fact, I have left you my passcard
My code
My key
Love.
And I invite you to use them.
I hope this has the same effect on you, my dear, dear one, that it did when you first read it. Peace... and love... to you!
Above all things, YOUR servant, sister, and fellow slave of Christ,
SA
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