TO BE HELD
No matter who we are, or what we think we are, how strong, how weak,
all of us need to be held.
Sometimes just that brief warm hug will do,
giving us that human touch from each other to know we are not alone.
Other times we need to be held in understanding, just safe in another's arms,
where we can hide away from the world, the cares of the day put aside.
But most deeply we need to be held in true, deep, total spiritual love.
Held in the love shared all the way to the soul, holding the heart in peace.
This is the holding we seek so desperately, because without it we are nothing.
It is not enough just to be held, an empty heart can only supply empty arms,
whose flesh is warm but only leaving the heart, the soul, cold and drained.
For we know deep inside what is real and what is not,
a fantasy of mind created to hide the loneliness, and hide the truth
so the pain might ease.
Even the pleasures of sex grow quickly cold when the arms have no love.
The spirit weeps bitterly in its anguish, forced to submit to a false touch,
and all the flowery professed words of love cannot hide the truth of a lie.
To be held in such a falseness of love is worse than not to be held at all.
Love by only one can never make two whole, it's like trying to clap with one hand;
the holding becomes a sadness, something endured instead of a thing of joy.
And inside the desire grows for those arms that can end the growing longing;
arms whose soul, whose spirit, whose wonders of love match your own.
Ahhh...to find those arms...to feel them wrap around you...to know shared love;
to know you are not only safe, but understood and loved fully for who you are.
Not a possession to be owned, a body to be used, an obligation to dead vows.
But held so close you become now, forever, two souls merged into love as one.
Each holding the other with the same spirit, the same total pure love for all time.
You know the longing is at an end and you are now to be held as you would hold.
The heart sings in joy,
the soul is at peace
and angel wings rustle softly.
Author of the words....Unknown
"Feelings" by Lindy Jo
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that I may touch and hold ...just enough.
Midi playing:
"Watermark" by Enya...
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