As I climbed into bed last night my mind started racing with an idea. Quite often those last few minutes of the day can be some of my most creative times, that is when I don’t fall almost instantly asleep! So after tossing and turning for a while I finally got up and wrote them down…
My heart was like a house condemned. Cobwebbed corners, leaky roof, floors that slant downhill and trash everywhere from the previous owner.
You looked past my appearance, ignored the signs, walked righted up to the front door and knocked with purpose.
“What have I got to lose?” I thought. “I’m condemned, slotted for destruction.”
So I opened to door and you stepped in. You looked around and smiled a knowing smile. You purchased this house “as is”, no inspections, and no conditional offers.
I could almost see the agent shake her head in disbelief as she handed you the keys; thinking you a fool to invest so much for such a worthless dwelling.
In fact you invested everything; paid with your very blood to buy a condemned house.
What did you see in it…in me?
You took the keys, turned the lock and I was yours. As your foot crossed the threshold I was instantly transformed and new in every way. Clean and white, with no trace of the previous owner.
What an image to see my heart in these terms. The sense of rescue and redemption is overwhelming.
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but what a great house and noble place it is. Maybe underneath as is there was a great heart and soul there just waiting to be discovered…longingly before those last moments at night…
…it’s a moment where we “lose” our rational being, listening more to our intimate part….
rescue and redemption…i can relate to the sense of disbelief and relief. it’s nice to come back to this =)
Oh, what a wonderful analogy of redemption! Outcast no more! Cleaned up and make a castle for the King! Hey, there is a pic of you up there ~ aren’t you a cutie with your Snoopy!
the power of love to wash away the dirt of the past…
I hope , Sheila , you often have difficulties to sleep so we will have so wonderful poem like this one . What a moving comparison .
Love
Michel
this is a lovely metaphor for a rebirth God Bless you and thank you for stopping by of all places in the world Brazil is where i want to visit i have wrote of the statue there several times & i have stones that grow Holy picKtures and Brazil is the origin of their source thank you for your comment always magi/beck
well, that is lovely, but remember, that you only condemmed yourself. thank goodness you have been inspired out of that idea. we are all perfect and right and part of everything that is god.
I love your pic .. looks so cute .. thanks for comment on my xanga …take care … Love from Jesse
he ignored the cobwebs, b/c he knew that beneath the film lay pure beauty and love….that ws beautiful
let’s.
you are, btrw, the only one whose taken me up playing ball. you rock!