“If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy,
But don’t love, I am nothing but the creaking of
A rusty gate”.
Love is wholesome. Love is pure.
Chapter One – The Beginning. The End:
I draw in air,
Let it fill my lungs with awe,
Blood beckoning blessings through my veins
This is bliss,
Lighting up my world into absolute harmony.
My belly houses butterflies as I look into
The eyes of my beloved.
I am him, and he is me.
We, beautiful characters in the story of God.
Chapter Two – The Plot. The Climax:
In a planet not far away –
In fact, here…
We, earth-walkers,
Mesmerized we stood,
Trying to articulate matter and ether,
And so a light stood in place of what could be explained
We stood there too, mute.
Then suddenly, a beautiful light came out of the first one,
And was even brighter.
In the midst of what we termed “broken”,
Something purely magnificent was birthed –
Love.
Comfort found beneath the breath of another.
Love is an enigma.
God’s mystery, a gift to humankind.
The religion of love is enveloped within the soul of man.
We utter with our lips words deep in our hearts:
“I am you, you are me”.
An intense sense of affection beckons joy.
The story long foretold, a reminder of whisperings
Precious in every single way.
Love is the most superior way!
An enlivening force far too magnificent to illustrate.
1 Corinthians 13: 1 –
“If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy,
But don’t love, I am nothing but the creaking of
A rusty gate”.
Love is wholesome. Love is pure.
A foundation for any great endevour!
The beginning, and the end.
Love knows no bounds.
Radiant. Warm. Eternal.
A chance to dream in the morning summer rain
With every heart-beat.
To give ourselves the space to unfold,
See the essence of our core as we gaze
At the stars beneath the sky and rise through the shadows.
This is how hearts intertwine.
How we become one,
Thus, beings whose metamorphosed bodies enchant this world.
We are God’s dream,
Holding space for each other where no other word can fill the atmosphere
But affection, deep affection,
Drawing us ever closer to sacredness.
This is how we honour love.
Mpho Mmathapelo Molekoa is a creative writer from Pretoria.
Her work has been featured in various poetry publications.
On an ordinary day, she can be found in the company of ladybirds and smiling humans who light up her world.
Instagram – @molekoa_mpho, YouTube – Mpho Mmathapelo Molekoa.