Thursday, August 9, 2018

My Marriage Song to Curtis

                             
                                                           "We bid the Birds to Come"

We must bid the birds to come
and sing a song for our journey
Into the depths and breadth and heights we go
The birds have sung before but we must bid them to come.

The dawn brings a new song never sung.
The water laps along boats adrift
and we feel every pebble ___ we see the water blue
We turn to the other and say, "I choose you."

A lifetime of joys and changes and memories made
We turn to be one anew and let our identity fade
again and again and again...

A song for our journey they sing...
What is faith, hope, and love?
And the Greatest of these came down from above?

So we come down, and bend like the willows
We bend, and lay expectations on our pillow.
You and I, human frailty and character of oak
To a place where our stubborn pride will choke.

We must bid the birds to come
and sing a song for our journey.

                                                   

                                    ~ All my love and blessing over us, your darling Amelia
                                       Written July 2018, on the shore of Lake Superior

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