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Romance
by White m Orchid
Saturday, September 10, 2016

Rated "G" by the Author.

       


     An abuse woman found love escaping to the Rocky mountain, to get away from an undesirable relationship.
Finding love in the Rocky Mountain Have you ever wondered, about the Rocky Mountain? Dalilah often had the hope, that one day she would discover love. One evening over tea she was told about the Canadian Rocky Mountain, that settles along the borders of Alberta and British Columbia, is a must see. Then in autumn 2013, Dalilah was thrilled at the opportunity to climb the mountain. Having heard of its beauty, she was eager to see what awaited her on the trails. Immediately at 5:55 am Tuesday morning, Dalilah journey began along the panoramic view of the landscape. The breath taken greenery along the way catches her attention. The arch canopy, at the very entrance was filled with beautiful fragrant flowers. Step after step she embarked, on the journey over the mountain. Dalilah travels along the trail where the wild flowers have left their aroma everywhere. She found it was breath-taking, while observing the pine trees nestling in its own alcove beneath the cliffs. Dalilah was in awe, finding her going up the mountain in the presence of all its rare beauty. Beneath her breath she whispers, I have been seen, and heard the reports made by previous visitors, yet seeing it in real colors are awesome. There she saw the mountain’s beauty, as a memory which will never fade away. From that view, her eyes went to the eastern end of the mountain, where the water-fall cascaded down a sloop. There, and then she thought, to herself this magnificent landscape looks like love at first sight. Beholding the autumn colors presenting a pristine beauty, which made the sculpted-glaciers visible to the eyes? The arrays of autumn leaves spread itself like a multi-colored woolen blanket across the mountain. While walking along the path, observing nature’s purity, Dalilah’s thoughts were interrupted, by the many broken relationships she had in life. She tried to dismiss them, so that nothing would interfere with this moment of tranquility, but the thoughts would not leave her alone. Were these, self-importance thoughts telling her to free herself from the past? Suddenly Dalilah paused, beside a wild lily and its beauty had her reconciling the past. Dalilah thought about the fear, which had conquered her like the crushed hope of a serpent against her search for love. At those moments she asked, how can her conqueror this creature, to somehow change her destiny? She was deceived by many because of her willingness to love. Dalilah often wondered when it will end, or will she ever live long enough to find true love. The odds seem stacked against her, and somehow seems revenge was out only for blood against her search for love. Proceeding along the trail, the lush green habitat invaded Dalilah’s spirit. Its rare beauty brought to mind the remarkable and amazing powers of the Almighty God. There the splendor of life shuns above the trees with silvery blue light as a canopy against the sky. Traveling up Rocky Mountain where the cool breeze flaunts in her face, she hopes love would cast its shadow and refuses to die. Dalilah’s mind became perplexed, with all the beauty, and there her inner voice began speaking out. “Dearest Father, there is this awesome feeling taking place inside of me, and I do not understand it. Oh, Spirit of light if you can hear me, please stop by and explain what is going on with my heart. Behold Dalilah stepping out, on the highway of life, asking the spirit of love to guide her in all her brokenness. Oh Lord, let your will be done in my life today in all circumstances, come help me this night to clearly see” As the day lighted Dalilah began unraveling herself, from the satin covers thinking how love could be this painful. Looking at life’s daily chores, and all the pain, reminded her of his abuse. And there standing by the window, Dalilah felt the sun’s heat penetration her skin, only to be scorched by the heat there of. Oh the heat again, reminding her of all the pain that still control her life. She recalled, getting dressed after breakfast and going for a walk, just to ease her mind of some of the tension. Stepping out the door, Dalilah stubbed her toe against a stone, felt the rush of pain as the blood oozed from it. The hurt was so bad it again it reminded her of him. Yes, the sight of the blood took her back to the last broken nose. There, she recalled many nights when he came home in a rage, declaring that life was mean to him as a human-being as he lashes out on her. With a heart of compassion she reached out to him but he was so pent-up, that her affection fell on dead bones. Several nights of pain, turned to weeks and the weeks to months and the months to years as the struggle continued. Now, strangely walking away for the first time gave her a peace of mind which she just could not understand. Up on the mountain Dalilah was touched by the feelings, and inspired words of the Great Spirit. So with much confidence she asked why is it love is not uniquely packaged for her. Dalila retired to bed very content and peaceful even though a lot was going through her mind. With a deep sigh she verbalized why is it that the heartfelt thoughts of the plans and dreams for her life are not fulfilling in her life? And with those thoughts, there was so much to sort, out after her conversation with the Great Spirit. Now with some flash-back in her memory of the journey to get up the mountain, she thought no longer does she want to be alone. Encourage by her new found friend the Great Spirits of the wild she asked as they walk along life’s highway, Great Spirit, will you please explain to me? Explain what my child, the things that I do not understand such as pain, love, hurt and the heart of men? There was silence for several moments. Then the voice within her continues to speak. My child you must take action, in accepting triumph over defeat. No longer do you have to stand in man’s condemnation or your own, rise above the past and accept forgiveness. Know this my child through and in God’s grace you are free to move on. Allow the Agape love to propel you to new heights. Yes, if you need to forgive yourself, and the pain and hurt will diminish and you do not need to be fearful anymore. The thought that God’s love could come into her heart was overwhelming, think about it. Finding out that Christ the Great one who forgives all, can wipe away her tears too. Yes! Dalilah he can set you free by removing the guilt and shame, thus embracing you with truth and love. My child, replacing all hatred with the love of God’s assurance, allows one to walk in His light without fear. Leave the darkness behind accept the truth, and let the radiance of the soft autumn breeze beam through, giving you hope for tomorrow. Lay down the broken pieces; dust yourself off, by moving forward in strength. Speak life and healing to the inner abuse with words of refusal to be subjected to it. Know with assurance that each step you take, Christ can make the difference. During sleep, Dalilah had a dream where she saw a shadow passing by her window just stopping long enough for her to gaze upon it. As an artist by profession, she sketches the picture in her mind. In the dream, she saw casting shadows wandering by. They call her name and settled long enough for her to paint the true picture. Their voices spoke quite calmly, saying my child there is no need to be afraid. As the words resonate in her mind, the presence of someone entered the space and called her name again. In amazement, she answered what do you want? There in the shadow of the night she watched his gaze rested upon the window panes waiting patiently for her respond. His sweet voice was so alluring it held her attention. Following the calling of her name a silence lingered for a while, not a sound was heard. Then, the words she has being waiting for all her life as she listened keenly preceded from his lips, “Dalilah love you shall find in Rocky Mountain.” Yes His sweet countenance gave solace to her weary heart in the stillness of the night. As His gaze held hers, again he spoke saying, “Come with me? Where to along the Honeysuckle path, search for love where I will be your guide.”? While the night was falling, and the stars beaming down from heaven, in the solace of the Rocky Mountain she lay in the stillness and had sweet sleep. There in the silence of the night as his shadow fades away, his amazing glow peacefully graces her brow. Spirit of the unknown, let the unveiling of happy thought, tears and a dream come through, making room for love in this heart of mine. Let in your creating images of hope and love within this day so that my spirit can contain them. Behold, the love that is created in perfect peace and harmony. Please Great Spirit let this perfected love in, and transformed a union in sharing in the opportunity of knowing better days. My child sit still, and behold even the calming colors of the flowers reaches out for love, the voice said to her. Why then is it that to whomever I extend love pain is the returning results? Here I am conveying the innermost thoughts by words and action, how can it not be felt. My child changes your inner thoughts to receiving true love from this day going forward. No longer was she concerns that everywhere she turn love would be hurtful. The morning lighted with the sun shining upon the Rocky Mountain. Awaken by the singing of birds Dalilah found a settled peace over her. Now listen to her words of thanks, oh Lord it is you who have given me this beautiful figure, enhance with fabric and I now know you love. Let your adorning hope resonate within. The impression upon her face so flattering, and once again the Great Spirit, stepped in reassuring her. Child whatever your decision is from this moment on think twice before you leap into relationships love is the key. Just remember men’s heart is carnal, full of hurts cumbered by relationship scars. Select your lover through Christ and you will find Him in action all the time, ready to guide you. Make sure Christ has first place in the heart, and is the head in your relationship with pure honesty. Dalilah my child thread the pathway of love delicately, choose with your head and not with your heart. Making sure that that special someone has Christ like characteristics. Better yet, whenever you say I do, seal the vow having Christ at the center. His choice for you is the only one without flaws. There is no blemish in the relationship that Christ offers and shares with us. Dalilah you have yet to understand, that the true meaning of love comes only through a deep relationship with Christ. Finding the Agape love is such a wonderful thing hold on to it. Yes my friend whenever you find true love that is the only time, you will experience happiness and hope will come alive. Dahlia do not forgot that this kind of love only comes through; a relation when Jesus Christ is the foundational principle of lasting love. With Christ, in Him alone, there is no competition and jealousy has no room to dwell. Therefore, Dalilah select your lover through Christ and you will be loved. The sun rises, at approximately 7:56 am as she watched the late autumn breeze sweeping over the horizon. There the autumn breeze lingers along the seashores with birds flying high in the sky... Romance filled the air, with the sound of laughter as young lovers walked by. The sound of music rang out in songs captivating the heart for love was everywhere. Young lovers were skipping along casting glances here and there at the elders. Apple blossoms fragrance saturated the air with the smell of pies coming from mothers and housewives around old stone ovens. Local shoppers were seeing, filling their stomach with mouth-watering pies and enticing appetizers. Across the streets from the local shops moms and dads were calling out to little children at play, saying, “Be careful now.” Coming from below the willow trees, little children were seen walking the streets in jolly old fashion way. Casting shadows roamed the hillside resting upon the land only for a while. The morning sunrise came in with a burst of heat as Dalila arise from sleep thinking of the dream of shadows she had the other night. Across the path from her, a middle age gentleman appears which reminded her of the shadow in her dream. From a distance within the dream she recalls the echoes of his voice, carried by the wind towards her, in the song he was whistling about love. Dalila’s heart began pulsating, as the gentleman in reality began walking into her direction. It was Wednesday evening and there the casting of shadow in the dream up Rocky Mountain created room for the fantastic conversation founded along the mulberry path. There as Dalila parted his company she heard these words of comfort, you don’t have to alone anymore. Take my shoulder lean on it and please go ahead shed a tear if you want to. No longer did Dalila have to wonder, when she would find true happiness. “Oh dear Father, now I understand that your watchful eyes have seen me everywhere I went. And over the years you have kept a watch-full eye over me”. Now Father my heart desires rest of you, no more will the inner soul feel lost. This day I surrender all to you, for providing me with such a loving man, pure and true . Father no more will I wander away. Please teach me, how to walk steadfast in your ways. Always abiding in the leadership of this new founded love and no more will the inner soul feel lost inside” Arising from her advantageous view-point at the window, Dalila pulsating breath, was suddenly quieted by the cool wavering breeze. She was now surrounded by a burst of laughter, followed by meticulous voices singing sweet tunes of love. There was a celebration in the air, from her new found love with Rollingston. And there Rollingston approaches her with such gracefulness and stretched out arms in hand gesture inviting her towards him. There, he took her in his arms and his warmth was felt moving up her spine, which began to melt the frozen hatred of her past. Then he waited for her respond, where the ambiance in the room changed. And there before his very eyes suddenly she returned to the dream of several months. The romance heightened, their love for each other grew stronger. Such an opportunity provides her with the hope that true love allows, room for exploring the minds eyes and the intimacy they will share with each other as they parted for the night. There in the silence she heard his voice, trailing in the night wind asking what your name is. The response came back thought you would never asked its Rollingston. For the first time Dalilah realized the dream came through. Dalila recall the words, I can stand by your side sharing your pain, laughter and sorrow in the warmth of your embrace. There in the deep sinews, of his chest, she heard his tender heartbeats. Watching! the passion rises as he took her into his arms and kissed her. There he whispered in her ears this craving soul of mine hungers after you. Behold there before her very eyes, was the tall well-built masculine body of the man seeing within her dream months ago. That special moment was very captivating as Rollingston bow on his knees asking Dalilah for her hands in marriage sealed with a kiss.   

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