Commit is a strange word having many meanings. I just explained what it meant to me when I accidently hit a wrong key. I spent the next thirty minutes pulling out my hair, screaming at myself for being so left brained, (or is it right brained?). I was ready to be committed, locked up for the night or more, simply because I had earlier made a commitment to write about one word for the day. I want to keep my word, even if just for myself.
For me to commit to love or life
used to have an old fashioned meaning
to me it was a covenant
a pledge of fidelity, love, and honor
to husband or wife.
meaning vows that could not be broken,
not just a momentary token.
I am sad to say this very day
there are temporary marriages,
disposable in society’s eyes,
easily tossed away even if someone cries.
lasting until someone deemed better,
for richer or more, better looking,
something external, surreal
not honesty, hard work that’s real,
committed to more than temporary ideal.
someone who is like fool’s gold,
a flash in the pan, but otherwise worthless.
My love, life, and future was based on biblical teachings and the examples of my parents and siblings. My commitments were based on covenant and sacred vows, my word, and my own way of choosing who I am. I write and select the things kept safe in my heart, and I am ashamed when I fail myself or others. I am committed to my personal beliefs and that commitment, such as respect for all people, drives me forward to our future.
june 23, 2017