February 13, 2013

  • This Year’s Valentine for the Women of Xanga

    In spite of the day-to-day insanity of being a first-year teacher, though I have hardly had a ghost’s presence here on Xanga since August, I somehow managed to maintain the unbroken tradition (as far as I can remember since 2003) of writing an original poem for all the women of Xanga, especially meant for all those who haven’t a Valentine of their own. In Christ you’ve had a Valentine since before you even existed, a Heart that loved you from all eternity, to whom you are beautiful beyond words. In Him you have a man that faced death square-on and died in order to win, went through Hell and back and then rose from the dead for you; sorry, guys, but you have to admit–Jesus sets the standard pretty high.

    Have a very blessed St. Valentine’s Day, all you beautiful women of Xanga. You are all loved far more than you can comprehend.

     

    ‘twas once a king that walked ‘midst men unseen,

    His reign forgot; by passing zephyr swayed

    were most hearts then, content with moon’s chill sheen

    though the sun’s golden light upon them played.

    Alas, no word or deed could move nor stir

    The hearts of those he looked upon and loved

    For in the grip of death each of them were

    And thus against death, for such hearts, he strove.

    A duel to the death with death, ‘til transfixed

    Though ‘twas no nail but love that held him fast

    ‘til spear-pierced, dead, blood and water unmixed

    And, drowning then in love, death breathed its last.

    Death’s reign thus ended, love’s wine outpoured,

    Each heart made a throne for its life and Lord.

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