I Promise
Has not the Architect, Love, built your heart
in a glorious manner,
with so much care that it is meant to break
if love ever ceases to know all that happens
is perfect?
And where does anything love has ever known
go, when your eye and hand can no longer
be warmed by its body?
So vast a room your soul, every universe can
fit into it.
Anything you once called beautiful, anything
that ever
gave you comfort waits to unite with your
arms again. I promise.
Wow. I think this poem is both instructional and comforting. Hafiz has offered some great “knowledge”, replete with his spiritual insight. John Steinbeck wrote a letter to his son, Thom, about love, in which he also includes advice. It’s worth it to read the entire letter on an awesome site, Letters of Note. Conversely, below, I’ve selected the four things I think the letter teaches best:
First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
People can be jealous of love, they can trivialize certain relationships. Do not let this affect you, love is the only gold.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it. The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
Enjoy every moment you are with your beloved. Revel in your love while remembering not to take it for granted.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Heartbreak can happen, but this does not diminish the pureness of love.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
As cliché as it sounds, if you are meant to be together, you’ll be together. If it’s really right, then time is insignificant. This sentiment reminds me of the ending of the Henry Van Dyke poem, Time Is: “...for those who Love, Time is not.” If you love someone, you will always have them. I promise.
Has not the Architect, Love, built your heart
in a glorious manner,
with so much care that it is meant to break
if love ever ceases to know all that happens
is perfect?
And where does anything love has ever known
go, when your eye and hand can no longer
be warmed by its body?
So vast a room your soul, every universe can
fit into it.
Anything you once called beautiful, anything
that ever
gave you comfort waits to unite with your
arms again. I promise.
Wow. I think this poem is both instructional and comforting. Hafiz has offered some great “knowledge”, replete with his spiritual insight. John Steinbeck wrote a letter to his son, Thom, about love, in which he also includes advice. It’s worth it to read the entire letter on an awesome site, Letters of Note. Conversely, below, I’ve selected the four things I think the letter teaches best:
First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
People can be jealous of love, they can trivialize certain relationships. Do not let this affect you, love is the only gold.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it. The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
Enjoy every moment you are with your beloved. Revel in your love while remembering not to take it for granted.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Heartbreak can happen, but this does not diminish the pureness of love.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
As cliché as it sounds, if you are meant to be together, you’ll be together. If it’s really right, then time is insignificant. This sentiment reminds me of the ending of the Henry Van Dyke poem, Time Is: “...for those who Love, Time is not.” If you love someone, you will always have them. I promise.
Love sculpture, Robert Indiana
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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