Sonnet On The Heart
‘Tis only fancy’s flight, or true love’s bloom ?
How can a heart best judge its fitful ways -
To see the future and impending doom ?
The path does seem to follow ‘long a maze
Of close grown briar, tangled all about;
The thorns that sting and rosy blossoms sweet
Doth thickly grow, and from hence cometh doubt;
For ‘round another bend might not one meet,
The object – perfect – of the heart’s desire?
But faulty, also, might one’s feelings be -
The path that higher goes can lead to mire,
As simply may it lead to the pure sea.
Thus only He that sees ahead may know,
The angle from whence cometh that great blow.
By JRP
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart it’s pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
-Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery
“The path that leads to happiness is so narrow that two cannot walk it unless they become one.”
“Someone asked me to name the time our friendship stopped and love began.
Oh, my darling, that’s the secret. Our friendship never stopped.”
-Lois Wyse
The success of marriage comes not in finding the “right” person, but in the ability of both partners to adjust to the real person they inevitably realize they married.
-John Fisher
“There is a cloud on the friendship of the heart, and often even love itself has to wait in pain and tears for the blessing of fuller communion.” -Oswald Chambers
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no-one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
“What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life—to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?”
-George Eliot
My heart is like a geyser, Lord—
Warm feelings want to overflow.
But You would have me control
Them for now I know.
My heart wants to let go restraint
And fully burst out into love,
But You warn me to wait
And think of things above.
It’s not time yet,
So I must turn
My passions away
From the thing I yearn,
And put my youthful energy
Into service for Thee.
Learning and growing daily—
More of You in me.
Sometimes my heart threatens,
And even bubbles o’er a bit,
But You tell me to hold on—
It isn’t time for that yet.
You need to complete
Your work in single me
Before I can be joined
With another in matrimony.
We’re crossing the river
At the same time, he and I—
But at different places
And different depths. Why?
So we don’t pull each other down,
But can keep our eyes on You,
Learning of patience, true love,
Dedication and sacrifice, too.
And then, when it’s time,
All Heaven will watch in praise,
As two hearts become one
And we promise to love always.
Then the geyser of my heart
Will break forth with praise
To my precious Savior
Who has been faithful always.
-Gretchen L. Glaser
My Dear Wife,
I know that you don’t know
Who I am yet, my dear.
But our Father does,
And in time will make it clear.
For now, I want you to know
I am waiting for you.
Faithfully waiting ‘til the day
The Lord makes one out of two.
He’s preparing us for each other,
Just keep this in mind.
In the future we’ll look back
And see He was so kind,
In preparing us now,
Making us wait…
And remember, my beloved—
God is never late.
I’m praying for you
And I want you to know,
I’m keeping myself for you
For I love you so.
Wherever you are,
Remember that I’m waiting for you.
I hope and pray,
That you’re waiting for me, too.
On this day for lovers,
Called Valentine’s Day,
I want you to know
I love you, and will always.
So I prayed a letter and
A kiss would blow your way,
Saying I love you, my darling.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Love Always, Your Future Husband
The above poem is written by Gretchen L. Glaser, but is intended to be a message to you the reader from your future spouse, as a reminder to be faithful to the person in your future.
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