Love’s Wall
Posted on September 27, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
37 Comments
Her heart once laid among the ruins of a crumbling wall
broken shards from promises made but never kept
but then he came along, and she with relief… wept
A master at rebuilding, he could mend anything
caressing her shattered parts with weathered gentle hands
he healed with the steadfast mortar of his divine love
and once more her heart beat strong and she could smile again
The new wall built together, a symbol of their life
adorned with bright flowers watered with bliss,
pink roses strewn about the dark fertile earth as
she walked the garden path to become his loving wife
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
A very sweet story… the rebuilding is what’s needed, and sometimes it takes a gardener to do it.
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Yes, indeed. Thanks Bjorn.
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What a lovely story! the rebuilding is beautiful.
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Thank you Toni.
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The resilience of the human spirit and the power of love–what a magnificent message. We all face tragedies in our life, and only rebuilding pushes us into a real future.
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So true. Thank you for your insight Glenn.
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I like the way the wall symbolism evolves and alters.
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Thank you!
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rebuilding is more difficult than any other type of build, it needs care and sensitivity, your prose poetry says that really so well Linda
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Gina- humble thanks my friend. 🙏🏻
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A sweet, romantic tale of love’s power.
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Thank you so much.
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You are welcome.
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😊
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Aw…Sweet garden path, indeed. Beautiful Linda.
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Thank you Sumana.
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A lovely metaphor of a wall, Linda. Walls and broken hearts are difficult to repair and take time and care, as in the lines:
‘caressing her shattered parts with weathered gentle hands
he healed with the steadfast mortar of his divine love’.
I love the ending, with roses climbing the wall.
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Thank you Kim. Your words are lovely.
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😊
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Nice line: “he healed with the steadfast mortar of his divine love”
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Thank you Frank!
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Ah! So romantic…and fresh new and assured promises too. Lovely!
By the way congrats on the book on amazon- I’ve just noticed! 🙂
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Thanks Vivian!
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🙂
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The ending is so peaceful. Like a sigh. (K)
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Thank you!
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Love the magic of those “gentle weathered hands”…a beautiful rebuilding.
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Thank you!
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This was a wonderful poem on hope and rebuilding!!! Like bones we are stronger at our breaks and better off. It is hard to see at the time but in looking back we can understand how much better off we are than we once were!! You captured that revelation in such a beautiful way! This was a truly delightful read, Linda!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you Chuck! xoxo
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks my friend!
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Always my pleasure!!!
xoxoxo
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A lovingly tender story.
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Thank you Beverly!
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That second stanza of healing and rebuilding really touched me. There are many things these words can apply to.
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Yes, so true. Thank you so much.
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