Steve and I have something to celebrate. Tuesday, April 1st, is our 7th anniversary. That's the year where the gift is wool or copper if you're keeping track. Fingers crossed: maybe we'll get blankets and pennies.
We made it past the 7 year thing, and most of those years were doozies. In honor of our upcoming anniversary, and because I believe in building memorials, I'm going to be an annoying little blogger and publish one of my own poems.
Something Momentous
Like Israel’s desert wanderers,
We create memorial in this moment,
Gratefully piling up stones we will see
Later, when through memory hazy
With doubt and fear we look back,
Or circling lost (betrayed by our dominant stride),
We glance at the remembrance.
Look there; something momentous.
Faith coughs and sputters back to life.
We will infuse this moment with celebration
Of gifts and efforts.
We should celebrate such things:
In doing so we will celebrate God.
This is no small matter.
Let us celebrate, Let us commune,
Let us sigh with relief,
Thanking God and each other.
Leaves are made new and overturned.
He hands us this moment,
Gently dangling it from divine thumb and forefinger,
Lowering time into our clumsy, open palms,
And fills it with His presence, saying,
“Enjoy this one. Enjoy each other.
Your next step, your next 20,000 steps,
Are on my soil.”
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