chaotic-land
09-30-2003, 10:56 AM
a friend of mine who is VERY depressed and heart broken just wrote this and it blew me away. what do u think of it:
"Once upon a time, there lived a good man. He was pious, a man of the Faith. Among his own people, he was even considered a prophet and a priest. He spoke against injustice while loving the downtrodden. Sin was no trivial matter, but never would he condemn the fallen. For this prophet, love was a most precious life, even finding himself sickened and impoverished at times from giving far too much. During one of these times of weakness, pride or lack of wisdom (if indeed there is a difference) prompted the man of God to make a request of His Lord: "Give me your heart, your eyes, your hands that I might better know You and be like You." And the Lord spoke back to His servant: "You have all you need, for you cannot bear what I bear." But the servant was not satisfied. So the Lord granted him his prayer.
The Lord found for the man a woman of beauty. All who saw her whispered among themselves that indeed, she must be a queen. A few saw her and knew her true identity, that she was a daughter of whoredom. Even the servant was able to discern that his mate was not the virgin of his dreams; but his love for her was overwhelming. He brought her into his home and loved her with his entire being. And though the man gave his all to her, the whore was not satisfied. She said to herself, "this is no rich man who will lavish me with jewels and gold. Nor is he a fool. Surely he will grow tired of me and seek another so I shall invest into my own account." So the whore sought those of her own kind and with little regard for her lover, laid with those who paid her richly. But the prophet was no fool. He knew his woman was an adulteress and liar, that she stole from their own investments. But his love for her was beyond reasoning. It was a love that though not safe from hurt, knew only to forgive. Finally, the day came that the whore said she had found a new lover. The servant was heart broken. He tried bribing her with mercy. He warned her of the consequences of her wickedness. But the whore would not listen.
The man of God was left alone. And in his misery, the Lord spoke to him saying, "You have loved with my heart, looked through my eyes, and taken the scars of my hands."
Be careful what you pray for. Count the cost. It is not meant for the children to be their Father"
"Once upon a time, there lived a good man. He was pious, a man of the Faith. Among his own people, he was even considered a prophet and a priest. He spoke against injustice while loving the downtrodden. Sin was no trivial matter, but never would he condemn the fallen. For this prophet, love was a most precious life, even finding himself sickened and impoverished at times from giving far too much. During one of these times of weakness, pride or lack of wisdom (if indeed there is a difference) prompted the man of God to make a request of His Lord: "Give me your heart, your eyes, your hands that I might better know You and be like You." And the Lord spoke back to His servant: "You have all you need, for you cannot bear what I bear." But the servant was not satisfied. So the Lord granted him his prayer.
The Lord found for the man a woman of beauty. All who saw her whispered among themselves that indeed, she must be a queen. A few saw her and knew her true identity, that she was a daughter of whoredom. Even the servant was able to discern that his mate was not the virgin of his dreams; but his love for her was overwhelming. He brought her into his home and loved her with his entire being. And though the man gave his all to her, the whore was not satisfied. She said to herself, "this is no rich man who will lavish me with jewels and gold. Nor is he a fool. Surely he will grow tired of me and seek another so I shall invest into my own account." So the whore sought those of her own kind and with little regard for her lover, laid with those who paid her richly. But the prophet was no fool. He knew his woman was an adulteress and liar, that she stole from their own investments. But his love for her was beyond reasoning. It was a love that though not safe from hurt, knew only to forgive. Finally, the day came that the whore said she had found a new lover. The servant was heart broken. He tried bribing her with mercy. He warned her of the consequences of her wickedness. But the whore would not listen.
The man of God was left alone. And in his misery, the Lord spoke to him saying, "You have loved with my heart, looked through my eyes, and taken the scars of my hands."
Be careful what you pray for. Count the cost. It is not meant for the children to be their Father"