A Poem That Is Not Mine

WARNING: Mushiness alert! Mushiness alert! Retreat from here if you cringe at mushiness lest you want to suffer utterly from  severe cringing. Hahaha. You have been warned.

The following is an excerpt from a work entitled “Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets” by Christina Georgina Rosetti. You may view the complete work HERE. You may also view an analysis of the poet and her work HERE. Hmm. Warning pala sa mga nais bumasa nung complete set, parang si Yoda siya magsalita ‘a. Hahaha! Ako man naguluhan e. Ang hirap intindihin sa isang basahan e. Hahaha.

 This sonnet I posted below is the sixth of the fourteen sonnets (thus, a sonnet of sonnets). Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, na-quote din ito ni Elisabeth Elliot sa book n’yang “Passion and Purity”. That book is a good read, too, by the way, especially for those who want to surrender their heart’s pen to God and allow Him to write their love story.  Anyway, I found that the sonnet expresses what I wanted to write for some time now. So till makasulat ulit ako ng kasentihan, ito muna.

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Trust me, I have not earn'd your dear rebuke,

I love, as you would have me, God the most;

Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost,

Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look

Unready to forego what I forsook;

This say I, having counted up the cost,

This, though I be the feeblest of God's host,

The sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook.

Yet while I love my God the most, I deem

That I can never love you overmuch;

I love Him more, so let me love you too;

Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such

I cannot love you if I love not Him,

I cannot love Him if I love not you.

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 I dedicate these words to the lady behind the veil whose name I yet know not, whose beauty still remains hidden from me, yet whose hands were created to fit snugly in mine.

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 To the lady behind the veil,

 I cannot ask of you now to wait for me, because you are not yet mine, and I am not yet yours. He’s not yet done in preparing us apart. It looks like we still have a lot to learn before we meet. I assure you that I earnestly long to be with you, and that I will pursue you eagerly when He tells me to. But not yet, not yet. Till that time, I pray that you’ll be at peace to let go of me, as I did you, to follow Him unreservedly, to follow Him whatever the cost. Rejoice in Him always.

 Love,

The gentleman on the other corner of the triangle.

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 Hahaha! I told you it was going to be mushy. Hahaha! Ano, nagsisisi kang binasa mo ‘no?! Wahahahahahaha! Tsk tsk tsk. Makinig kasi sa warning sa susunod! Hahaha.