- Books, Literature, and Writing
Poem: Newness Sublime
You understand me when I say nothing.
I feel you beside me when we don't touch.
I see your face painted on the backs of my eyelids
and wonder if you think of me this much.
An infant relationship so young and so fresh
and yet I wonder if I've known you for years.
To hold you is being wrapped up in a blanket.
Your warmth drowns out what's left of the fear.
Slowly we float down the river together
Not rushing, but taking our time.
God leads us and guides us and in grace He reminds us
to cherish this newness sublime.
A Note From Mike
This poem was written a little over three years ago. It was about a month into a dating relationship I was in that only ended up lasting about 4 months. Over time we discovered that we weren't really right for each other, which I consider to be a good thing. The last thing I wanted was to end up in a marriage that doesn't work with someone who isn't really right for me or me for her. This poem came at a time when I couldn't see a single fault in her (not sure if she saw mine or not). It's funny because I think a lot of relationships are like that early on. It's like an endorphin haze where the other person seems to be nearly perfect. Eventually the haze wears off and you begin to see clearly. In that moment, have you ever wished you could go back to the haze? Life sure looks and feels amazing in there. But the wise among us refuse to make long term relational decisions in the haze, where everything is a crap shoot. It's a little like buying a used car without a test drive.
Still, those early days certainly are times to be cherished. It's a time when love can seem so easy (no work required). It's a time when love can seem so perfect (undefiled by conflict and the struggles of blending two people's worlds). The truth is that I love being married now. I find it incredibly rewarding and fulfilling, although it takes effort to get there. The love I experience today is so much deeper and stronger than what I experienced in the beginning. Still, there's something beautiful and innocent about those early days. It's certainly worth holding on to for as long as it will stay around. If you're there, I hope you take your time and enjoy the moments. If not, consider looking back occasionally and remembering those early days that are the foundation for what you may have now. Perspective is a wonderful thing.
Other Hubs By SonFollowers
- Poem: Abandoned
This poem is for anyone who has felt abandoned and alone. Did someone special walk out on you? Have you felt lost in the darkness? I have as well.
- Short Story: The Gardener
Relationships take work. We've all probably heard that, but some of us still search for that magical relationship that just works on its own. Does the magic exist? If so, how do we find it?