Boundaries in Love

 

Boundaries in Love

By Zhema

You came to me, beloved,
Clothed in a thousand tender phrases,
Each word a soft flame against the chill of night.
Yet even in your voice, shadows of if were born,
Crawling like whispers through the haze of sorrow.

“Why is his nearness veiled from me?”
You breathed, your gaze heavy with longing.
And I, trembling, answered,
“What stirs within your heart, my dearest?”
“My father has built a wall before me, Mother—
A fortress tall and unyielding.”
“Hush,” I whispered, pressing your shoulder gently,
“That wall, my child, is but his way of loving you.”

Not every barrier is meant to break your stride.
Beyond the stone, there lies a secret path.
Seek it, and it shall appear,
For I have placed my faith in you.
A crown awaits upon your brow—
You are a king of the morrow.

Hear me, my beloved son:
A father’s wrath is but a hidden love,
A mother’s wrath a silent grief.
Flee from the theater of strife,
From the tongues that weave discord into hearts.
Be wise, for wisdom is your birthright.

Arise, my love,
With the strength of mountains,
With the light of dawn upon your face,
With the majesty of kings before you—
You are not merely a king,
But the King of Kings.

Tumbang Miri, 31 August 2025