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Friday 24 March 2006
Myth of the White Knight
Once upon a time
In a room of pink and green
A sweet and lonely girl
Dreamt of better things
A man who’d come riding
Upon a white horse so proud
Take her away to a beautiful land
Where on bended knee he’d ask for her hand
She’d wear a pure white gown
And flowers in her hair
Her friends and family would gather around
And treat her with love and care
Her handsome father would take her arm
And walk her down the aisle
As those who loved her cried salt tears
But all the while still smiled
And after some happy years
There’d be a child born, then another
Laughter would fill their beautiful home
With each new sister or brother
With a family all around
And her handsome man so true
The girl would be fulfilled
And the future always seem new
But we all know that the dreams
of a teenage girl are trite
That illness, abuse and life’s plain sorrows
Make a myth of that white knight
So the girl will do the best she can
To build a life worth living
Despite disappointment and hurt
be generous and giving
Yet inside her lives the dream
And she can’t help at times but feel sad
That the fantasy in which she once believed
Will never be had
Get on with it they say to her
Let it go now for it was only a fantasy
She knows that’s true but still pretends
That the myth and dream will come to be.
Filed under: faith(less), poetry & fiction
Posted by: Molly | 19:41 | Comments (12)
Oh molly, molly, molly… what can I say?
Don’t ever stop dreaming. You’re amazing.
Shoot for the Moon, dear Molly,
Aim for the stars, dear Lass…
Take time to smell roses
And to go barefoot through grass.
Each time you do, dear Molly
Hold tight to each rare dream
And you may learn that all is
Not as remote as it seemed!
Dear Molly,
The poem by Russ–my husband–is a beautiful response.
There was a time (most of my life) I thought God was asking
me to vow to be single so I could better serve the single
and the hurting. Although I discovered passionate,
romantic love in my life was possible for just people–
children and adults–(I became a children’s pastor for a
while)–you never know what God has up His sleeve. As it
turned out, though I was 98% sure God wanted me single,
there was that 2 percent. When I told my black pastor’s
wife (I am white) I thought God was asking me to be
single… and I was in despair about it… she said,
“No, I see there is a man of God in your life.”
When she said that, my 2 percent jumped to a solid 5 to
10. Because, she ain’t no flake. There are a lot of
flakes out there, but she is not one.
To make a long story short, I was mistaken about that
“voice” I thought was God all along. There is a deceiver
out there that pretends to be God to lead us astray
and make us harden our heart to God. I found out–I was
wrong and I didn’t know everything after all.
The good news is, GOD IS GOOD even though life is
filled with bad and sad and pain and loneliness, God DOES
love us and have a wonderful plan for our lives….
single or not. I found out. He is not the bad guy
up in the sky trying to spoil all our fun.
God surprised me. I just celebrated our 2nd
wedding anniversary Valentine’s Day. I could write a
book… about being single… about lies that float
through our minds and where they come from, and
the wonderful adventure my life has been and is now.
Ever read the “Purpose Driven Life” by Rick
Warren? I highly recommend it. Also… “What Color
is Your Parachutte” by Richard Bolles, a former
protestant minister. I am finding out adventure,
joy and love abounds.
By the way, your poem is FANTASTIC. I am going
to print it and put it in my journal. You have
incredibly captured the pain of the death of dreams
that is very real … and yet you hint that you still
dream and that is very healthy … I am happy to see.
PS I also highly recommend “The Dream Giver” by
Bruce Wilkinson. A Christmas gift from my Brother
and Sister-in-law.
My husband loves your blog and is a fan of yours.
I can see why. You are gifted. God bless you!
What can I say..too much words are useless now…. we cannot live without myths …there are days when we loose our directions but almost every time something from inside, from our childhood are coming to surface helping us to continue dreaming.Fortunately!
autobiographical I guess, but moving and, to return the favour
pub talk, and we
admit defeat
with sudden lapse
as all deceits collapse
truth is, 10 years ago
I married
one so beautiful
now, so dutiful
and you, from shoe,
did drink
that traditional, (lune – attic) gesture
to Dexy’s tune (Oh! pitiful jester)
here now, and how
we feel
inertia’s creep
no it ain’t deep
just a recognition
of the partition
40 approaches, not subtlety
and we, (again, dutifully)
recall the past
Oh! what a blast
frustated, in the park
such a lark
to ask deadpan,
for a light
that night
(peel hanging from lip
on dope fuelled trip)
now acquiescent,
effervescence gone
we conform
denigrating our once true mate
because, in wisdom perhaps?
he wouldn’t collapse
and tread that line
what swine, we are
to come so far
away from all
that held sway
no siren song would catch us
we wouldn’t buzz
to Thatcher’s tune
what lune attics, (fanatics?)
we were
observe, now here
how clear – ly
and so dear – ly
we age
Wow great stuff Molly I wish I could put together a great piece like this. That is why I love Molly.com becuase I never know what I am going ot read next all I know is that it is going to be very cool! Thanks for all the great stuff over time and keep on rocking !
What a change!!! I read two or three years ago that you had no tste for romantic love…. I’m scared you posted here an ode to this ancienbt wish of love… your failure… but there is still hope, you are young…;-)
I love you!!!
This made me cry on my boyfriend’s, Steve, shoulder.
Hey i am gay
I truly believe there is a white knight out there for everyone. Not to discredit your poetry at all. I have to believe that. I know that I am destined for a great love!