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Guarded
The great city was once a grand place
cobblestone streets, fancy marketplace
of tapestries and jewels....
Fruitful vineyards flourishing as the townspeople
took pride in what they had created...
Taking pride so much as to lock out the
outside world...
A wall was constructed to protect what had been
created...Outsiders were only permitted during the
day's light...Escorted out as the gates prepared to
close for the evening festivities...
What goes on behind the great walls surrounding the
city....Made of stone, with majestic art and gardens
boasting some exotic beauty....
After some time the townspeople realize what they
had made was good and desired to share it, open the gates
allow some outsiders in...There was fear deep in their hearts
fear for exposure of what they regarded as home and peace the
calm that brought each day with a warm smile and the night a
festive display of content...
The next day the gates would open and would this time remain,
invitations were made with sincerity and interest in the coming
folks...Still the fear of losing what had been made so decent and
without mark of soiled thought, creeped in their hearts...
The outside world had entered...The gardens had been overtaken with
drunken parties, the marketplace more crowded than before, with
song and dance and drunks romanced...The nights lasted into the days and
seemed to never end...the cobblestone streets had been worn down to a
dull expression...Arts and a created grandeur had been exposed and
the fear once dear, had become true...The townspeople had let down their
guard, thought it safe to share what had been made...Giving all too soon all they had, and left was a place regarded as once loved...
As can be said for a heart given without guard,
we carry deep in our soul an existence a bond with that which is
bigger than ourselves...it is special and regarded as our safest
place to reside...We guard against its exposure and share it not at all... For it is true when the guard of your heart is lowered and
freely given, love made tangible and fear for it to be missed, pain will be left, such that words make no sense, such that is deeper than physical pain it is the question of worth, it is doubt and ugly creates confusion and leads to a greater distraction...so guard against outsiders...resist love and keep it sacred...give not too soon and expect the world in return....It is dear and precious a gift the greatest of all, gives strength and hope, peace and joy, excitement and fulfillment...A matter saved for the thoughts of the wise and regarded as a mystery still...
Cherish it and keep it true....
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