The Beauty of Boundaries
She felt light and bright
most of the time,
the warmth of love hovered over,
within most of her relationships
she was asked why
her love differed in intensity.
There was at least one other
who felt her love like snow
an icy covering
blocking the warmth she knew to be beneath.
Boundaries lined her way, her life,
happy ones that helped her to see
the limitations that were good, right, honourable,
guiding her to love appropriately,
enabling her to dance freely,
to see the light, the beauty
in sparkling greens and soft mauves
and the purity of white
to be found
when these borders were in place.
The demarcation line became clear
for this one
desiring to be pleasing to
the one and only one who had created her
and everything else.
She did not feel restricted, restrained
but rather content,
knowing that true happiness
comes from understanding
and remaining within the boundaries
drawn by the hand of the all-knowing.
There was a truth recently understood
that should she choose
to go outside her own boundaries
she would invade
the territory of another.