#weightofthepast
Please rescue a poor dog!
My pillows over weighed, with flooding tears. I wish to turn the hands of time, to erase the shadows of a past unkind,
A silent tear, a quiet pain, a stinking cistern. For one who’s gone, yet haunts my frame.
Not for them does my heart still yearn, but in this pain, my spirit burns for you, my wife, my cherished light. Whose trust feels distant, out of sight but God knows our hearts, He sees our ways. He guides us through the darkest days.
Though it seems my love you doubt, His purpose holds what life’s about.
So now I lay a humble plea,
A path to healing, pure and free:
Let love rest, let passion pause,
Until your heart discerns the cause. No pressure, no demands impose,
Just time to seek what true love shows, For love that’s tender, pure, and true. Is born of soul, not duty’s due. I ask not for a binding chain,
But freedom’s gift through joy and pain, to find again what once was bright, the sacred bond that feels so right.
Do you recall the promise made,
Before the house, before the shade? My word firm, my vow sincere. My love for you, forever clear. Though quarrels rise like a stormy sea. My heart breaks softly, longing, and free,
For peace to reign where trust can grow, and let your love for me be known.
With broken spirit, hope remains,
That God will cleanse these lasting stains, and lead us to a brighter day, where love and grace will light our way, and see our way home
Vutivi J Mahori
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC