Let me start by saying this:
i am still surprised by my luck (though you would say, “it’s not luck”),
still surprised by this thing we’re working on and walking through –
a mystery called marriage; this strange journey of embrace and covenant.
Volumes have been written about love and the shapes it makes
and we could add a few chapters ourselves. Some poems, a song or two;
notes about perseverance, and growth, and hope. Yes, hope.
Vision sometimes blurs as we busy ourselves,
labouring over the obvious, focussed on the
intimate details of fear and regret. But i know we are
emerging into new fields. Not simply gleaning the edges –
turning seed into fruitfulness into harvest into joy.
