what
and I sat on the side of the road
it was harmless
sitting alone
thinking as is the norm
but what came is not certain
if a thought
or if he was in truth
asking me my worth...
What is a man?
how do you measure his worth?
what makes him worthy?
How does he keep her faith and trust?
i must have stared at him for hours
initially thinking
your asking me these questions
as if to already know the answers...
do we ever slow down enough to realize
the source of our breath
the cause for our uprightness
if there is such a thing in reality..
I believe there is uprightness
I believe a man is not a man at all
as the world may describe in an ad pleasing to the eye.
What is a man he repeats himself again
A man is an ideal
a hoped for character and hero
cherishes her kiss and listens to
her every word spoken
Stands in the face of that which is
not good and true
humbled and meek when recognized
gentle and discerning
How does he measure his worth
diligently persisting
worth is sought after novelty
it is not a matter of worth
but of selflessness
it can not be measured nor seen
it is in a word spoken
on his behalf
in a gentle gesture of love
extended by her caring hand
upon his back and brow
it is in the joy brought by
the first Born's steps and words
it is measurable as the setting of the
last sun is upon him and content with
the love
the faith
the respect
the giving of himself
the hope fulfilled
and the dreams granted
What makes him worthy
Of what I ask in return
with no reply
to answer that i had to step
outside of myself for the moment
and realize there is no truth to
being worthy of greatness falling on me..
I could not hope to ask for my own
ideal of love to be mine own
for the remainder of my days..
I would not determine I had a place
at the side of His thrown once my time is no longer
and only the soul remains...
However worthy we think we may be
there is more to it than that which we think...
not worthy as much as a gift
Should I be blessed
and recognize her soul as one i have known
How does he keep her faith and trust
In truth this may take a lifetime to understand
it is in respecting
it is in trying
it is in listening
it is in giving
in sharing your everything
wanting her
and receiving these in return
Of love
I can think of nothing
more pure
it is endless
it is warmth and peace
gives hope
and makes strength
provides a path
over mountains
through the storms
and again on the horizon
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