The Pauper Prince.
13-09-19
Priceless love.
A poem. Of Ephraim.
I, a pauper,
Said that receiving love
Was equal to debt;
Not reciprocating received love
Ensured that interest accumulated by the second
And every passing, unfruitful day became a burden.
And so lovers became bailiffs
Who ransacked me of all I had,
And romancers tax collectors
Who squeezed and seized anything leftover.
Receiving love would always cost me
Something,
And revealing a part of me could cost me everything.
And this is how I once considered love.
My heart naive -
Led astray by the winds -
Was oblivious to the obscure darkness I was in,
Blowing me to and fro one place to another.
Oblivious to my opaque and oblique surroundings,
Oblivious to my present day oblivion
That taught me that love could take
With the pretence to give,
That love could take and continue to take at will,
And that for love,
One could manipulate and do as he willed.
And this is how I once considered love.
Yet in an instant,
My perspective of love -
Maligned, hurt, broken and twisted by fear and pain -
Was made perfect.
The Lover's love -
Him being Love
Made me know love,
And the Lover loved me
So I am called the Loved.
I am no longer a pauper
Because now I am a prince
Rich in love!
And this love cost me nothing
But cost Him everything.
And now I am joined to Him,
This love too,
Will cost me everything.
For this love cleared all my debt,
Lifting every burden,
Making this love unpayable,
Making this love
Priceless love,
At a priceless price.
For pure love gives with no intention to take,
And pure love gives and continues to give.
And this is how I now consider love.
E.K.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life."
John 3:16
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