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.
