In light of the sermon last Lord's Day, let me share this poem with you. We might think of it as one idol worshiper "sharing what the idol has done in her life."
In The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems, Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a sonnet which is a powerful contrast to God's vision of human sexuality. It is a heart-breaking expression of the emptiness and destruction of worldly sexuality, yet it seems to come from a heart that cannot be broken. There is no love here, only selfish navel-gazing. Serving the idol of sex gives only barrenness, not fruitfulness.
“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply.
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.”
Which song do you want to sing – this song or the Song of Songs?