The Lover

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The inspiration for this piece came to me in a vision of the book of Proverbs.  The Wisdom Teachings had become the stories of tears, of tragedy, and of pain. She was not a woman, she was not the path to peace, she was not there to guide souls toward the light.  Yet, She was The Lover. She was death, and her name was Heroin.

And to her I decried the irony of her name …Heroin… Heroine…Hero.  I was repulsed by her, but yet I demanded of her one thing: “Tell me your story”.

The Lover calls.  She shouts in the streets.  Her voice carries through the neighborhoods, on the bridges, and in the abandoned places.  She is everywhere.

Her story:

“Your people have abandoned you.  Come to me. I will answer. I will be with you.  I will comfort you and protect you.

“They laugh at you.  Come to me. There are those seeking to control you, to stop you, to steal your power.  They will imprison you. I will protect you. With me, they cannot touch you. Come to me and be free.

“When you are afraid, and the ruins surround you, come to me.  I will mend you. I will repair what they have broken. I will take away your fear and your pain.   I will shield your eyes from what they have done. I restore you.

“They deceive you.  They tell you lies about me.  They will keep you from me–from my love.  When you let me into your heart, you will feel my warmth, my loving caress, my strong embrace.  I speak truth to you. They are but illusion, I am real.

“Walk toward me, and into the light.  Leave the darkness of your world behind.  It is madness. It is unnatural. It is chaos.  I will soothe you, and carry you to a place of paradise.

“I will never harm you.   I will wash the wounds they have caused you.  They have cut you, and hurt you. I will bind your scars.  Taste the sweetness of my medicine, and let me heal you–your mind, your body, and your soul.  Come to me and live.

“You are so weary.  I have prepared a room for you.  The bed is warm and lush. I have adorned it with objects of mystery and beauty.  Lay with me. Sleep in my arms until you are rested.

“I love you like none other.  You lust for me, and I answer.  I am the Lover of your dreams. I am wanton and passionate.  I will fulfill your every desire.

“They have written about me in the very book of Life.  Yet they hide this knowledge from you. Look! Read the messages of old!  See how the prophets knew me!

‘She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.  Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honor. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.  She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy is every one that retaineth her.’ Proverbs 3:15‭-‬18 KJVA

“They have cut me off from you.  They seek to destroy you, and to destroy me.   My wrath is great. Do not forsake me. Come to me and pledge yourself.  I am yours and you are mine. We belong together. Let no one come between our great love. 

“Only Death can part us now”.

With great love,

Robin

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