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Poetry is the language of love and the preferred way of the Bible (over 70 percent of it) Yet, poetry is ignored in the church. Why? Today, I am married for nine years. I joy the tradition of the psalmists and want to share a poem written to my wife, Lace

 

Ode to Love Expressed in almost a decade.

 

Yes, 

the day moves towards 

the afternoon. The rain comes 

down in a light sprinkle 

that makes the grass green 

and ready to mow once more. 

 

Our son has grown larger 

and speaks as boy who 

no longer is a baby, 

but a boy none the less. Messy

rooms and and toys 

on the floor. We build

the models together 

as three in a family. 

You cook and clean,

I work early. Today,

we will remember 

A long ago “I

 

do.” You remember 

the time we floated 

the Caribbean with 

the smile of Moses’s Goat.

As we pray, love and live 

together, I return to your

body suspended in seawater

as sky arose in the summer

day with the blue which matched

your eyes. Seeing the bride 

of our pictures nine years ago,

I do remember the time.

 

I do the chores and you

Cook our dinner. Time moves

And the memories become

Driftwood under the sunset.

History pinches time

like a toddler breaking

An hourglass. Sand bleeding

Onto the kitchen floor. 

 

And yet

we remain on the waves

of unknown ocean, bobbing

to the stillness of our day.

Ernesto Tinajero
Ernesto Tinajero
Art, says Ernesto Tinajero, comes from the border of what has come before and what is coming next. Tinajero uses his experience studying poetry and theology to write about the intersecting borders of art, poetry and religion.

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