One of my beliefs in life is
that love no matter how short and simple it is can last you a life time. In Emmerson’s “Give it all to Love” it exemplifies
that there is no turning back the time and that one should love deeply as if
there is no tomorrow. One needs to
follow the heart when it comes to that mind blowing and skin splitting feeling
that consumes every sense of your being.
Without out love we, as human being are worthless, sad and lonely. No riches in the world can make up for the
loss of that special love.
Although we may feel at
times that love is second, it really is second to none. If you had to give up your house for love,
could you do it and have the faith to believe that it will come back to you at
some time down the road. Will love have
a second chance if one is to choose riches over the feelings of the heart. Should you choose love, the immense feeling
of blessings when you gain back whatever is lost is well worth the wait.
The first stanza of “Give
All to Love” it sets the tone for the poem and clearly says that by giving up
all you possess for whatever reason except don’t give up your love or that
which is true to your own heart. Every
moment, basically rich or poor, are moments that cannot be rebuilt. A home,
car, vacation, they can all be regained but those lost minutes of love are
impossible to recoup. Love is the most prized
possession a human being can possess.
This poem further speaks to
the courage it takes to follow your heart and give up processions and be
without what you consider necessary but if you give up the heart/love your love
will pull you through and you will not be heavy of heart. When at times you feel that God has left your
alone in reality all he has done is recreated your life and gave you a new
direction without being completely alone.
This is what keeps you rich beyond your wildest dreams. To have someone to share what things you
possess if a far happier road than being alone and hurting from the sorrow of
choosing possessions over love.
Give
All to Love
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-frame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,—
Nothing refuse.
’T is a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent:
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,—
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,—
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
McIntyre, John. "Give All to
Love." Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, n.d. Web.
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