How does it feel to be dictated, told, and forced to do something against your will? It is painful.
Betrothal is rude-piercing me through, reaping my heart to pieces.
Ten years ago, I was haunted by a flaming arrow.
In my innocence, its burning tip did not overcome me.
The sight of fire and flashing sharpness did not matter to me.
Day after day, I learned to live with the sight of it,
believing it was only a vista, harmless and innocent
Time passed by so fast, and I grew up.
Womanhood started to shape;
I became a delicate wild flower floating on the surface of a vast, calm lake.
The Abundance of water, the freshness of air, the freedom to wash itself under the rain,
and the warmth of the sunshine soothed its being.
The comfort of its leaves enclosed it and the thorns around kept it safe and protected.
Every so often, I could see the same flaming arrow that haunted me back many years ago.
The burning tip was still there, the flashing sharpness was still present.
But unlike my childhood days, my eyes had grown over the innocence that overlaid it for years.
The sight of it was not anymore fearless but became a terror by night, a menace by day and a threat of pain all the way (through).
Clearly, I could see the flaming arrow aimed at me.
Its burning tip and its flashing sharpness were meant to break through my chest,
Reap my heart to pieces, and bleed me to a sorrowful death.
Day after day, the thought of these coming true ate my confidence away.
The pride of my early youth slowly drifted away as the waters wave unto the shore.
Fear entangled me.
Threats of pain, sorrow, and tears reigned in me.
The tranquility of water that surrounds me was tattered, replaced by tempest waves.
The comforting drops of rain became drops of snow cooling me down to sub-zero.
The shining rays of the sun turned to darkness.
And the thorns became pillars of iron suffocating my soul
Nevertheless, the arrow was still in sight.
The flame, the flashing sharpness, the terror, the menace, and the threats are all around.
My flesh had become cold, my heart had become frail.
My spirit had become weary, and my eyes had become faint.
When will this arrow be out of sight?
When will the sun shine so bright?
When will my Prince come?
When will I become the woman I was meant to be?
In solitude and emptiness I dream of a day
When my fears and sorrows be mended
When my soul be saved and freed
When the thorns and flames of life be shattered
If waiting for this day could keep me alive, I’ll patiently wait;
And faithfully keep my petals unstained.
If to keep my heart untenanted will give my Prince all due honor,
I will lovingly keep it pure.
Author’s note:
There’s only one thing I know today,
I will never be that woman who will walk down the aisle to that waiting man on the altar;
For I will be that woman waiting for her Prince to come, patiently, faithfully, and lovingly.
Yes! I willingly wait.
Commentary:
The words “Him” and “Prince” imply two different persons. The first is Jesus Christ, who will come in the clouds of heaven robed in white with a golden crown on His head. He will come to put an end to my suffering, and to bring sunshine of hope into my weary soul. The other one is my true lover, who will come in humility and vigor with a smile on his face. He will come to put an end to my misery. He will be my heavenly Father’s instrument in keeping me safe, warm, and loved. With long life my Heavenly Father will satisfy me and my lover.
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