poem on marriage
This weekend's liturgical readings are supposed to be about marriage. I was going to write something about our marriage closer to our anniversary (next month) but, today will do. *****************************************Husband Approved (and enjoyed)A trip to the Rocky Mountains
With you
Is what I desire.
Just a trip up the Plains
To see the International
Peace
Gardens would be enough
For you.
Most likely,
We will never see either,
Being impoverished since those early
Giddy years when LOVE
Was all that mattered,
Followed by those bitter
Fighting years when Surviving
Was all that mattered,
Melting into the memory
Of the Decades of Disillusionment
When Reality that society
(And "church")
Are never going to allow us to be
Free--
At least, not by their definition.
And so it is that
God,
Seeing The Humans would not grant us
Three Wishes,
Granted us One Divine Gift
Of LOVE
For each other after 30 years,
Thirty-one next month.......
After three decades of living
Off
The junk heap scraps of others,
God
Mandated that we will walk
Through changing seasons of the woods
Together--
Holding each other against the
Rigid Fences--
Those Fences that don't imprison us,
But them
And, I'm just crazy enough
To run around all outside
Those razored edged Fences
That they think protect them
From people like us,
Running around dancing with a banner
Waving
Behind me:
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
!!!
rgcb 2009
With you
Is what I desire.
Just a trip up the Plains
To see the International
Peace
Gardens would be enough
For you.
Most likely,
We will never see either,
Being impoverished since those early
Giddy years when LOVE
Was all that mattered,
Followed by those bitter
Fighting years when Surviving
Was all that mattered,
Melting into the memory
Of the Decades of Disillusionment
When Reality that society
(And "church")
Are never going to allow us to be
Free--
At least, not by their definition.
And so it is that
God,
Seeing The Humans would not grant us
Three Wishes,
Granted us One Divine Gift
Of LOVE
For each other after 30 years,
Thirty-one next month.......
After three decades of living
Off
The junk heap scraps of others,
God
Mandated that we will walk
Through changing seasons of the woods
Together--
Holding each other against the
Rigid Fences--
Those Fences that don't imprison us,
But them
And, I'm just crazy enough
To run around all outside
Those razored edged Fences
That they think protect them
From people like us,
Running around dancing with a banner
Waving
Behind me:
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
!!!
rgcb 2009
