It is my fifteenth wedding anniversary today, here is this year’s poem:
Where does the wonder come from?
Where does the wonder come from
That fills me as I think of you?
The privilege I have to share your life,
And know you love to share mine, too?
What can I be, what can I see
And share with you to lift your soul?
What can I learn, how can I grow,
And through your pain with love console?
What does our Lord require of us,
We two upon a path for one?
To unify our hearts and toils;
To calmly rest, with glee to run,
With overflowing joy take flight
And soar up to the healing light
That guides us through the passing night
Aflame with glory, clothed in might.
In daily troubles, trials and tears
Through precious days, weeks, months and years,
Cling to Him and thus together
Bind by an unbreaking tether.
United we can go and face
All challenges along the race
To win the great eternal prize
That He has set before our eyes.
Today is the day I commemorate the first time I contacted my wife (by tradition, I email her a poem last thing at night on the first of May, she reads it on the second; this reflects the fact that I first emailed her on the first, but she discovered the message in her inbox the day after). Here is this year’s effort:
How to Remember?
On this notable occasion
Of our first communication,
I search for inspiration
As for how to celebrate.
‘Twas with hope and consternation
That I sat at my workstation
To compose a salutation
To a possible soul mate.
Like my in-person mumbling,
I penned a note quite fumbling,
And to compound my bumbling,
It contained a broken link.
Your message sent back to me
(whose detailed words elude me)
Said openly and truly
That Alex’s advice stinks.
No angel choir euphoric
Nor wild ride meteoric
Told us this choice historic
Would transform both our lives.
Instead a growing friendship
Unveiling a deep kinship
That grew into a courtship
That to this day still thrives.
More poems telling the the story of the first contact, courtship and subsequent marriage of my wife and I can be found in my first poetry collection, Selected Verse – Faith and Family, the ebook of which is now permanently reduced to 99 cents (or territory equivalent) on amazon
It is my wedding anniversary today, and this is this year’s poem (my wife actually forgot it was our anniversary until I told her the poem was ready last night, so there are some bonus brownie points for me 🙂 )
Fourteen Years a Hero
Fourteen years a hero, for putting up with me,
And all we do that nearly drives you to insanity:
Noises, fights, and interruptions, not to mention screams;
Sometimes even so bad they’re invading your sweet dreams.
I’d like to think that other times can make your burdens light,
With kindnesses and cuddles and sometimes a such sweet sight
Of learning a new lesson, training a new skill;
Overcoming barriers through pure determined will.
Could I be part of making each day easier for you?
Sharing all your burdens, helping you get through,
Offering my shoulder for those times you need to cry
Or standing by your side as we enjoy a star-filled sky.
Here’s to forty more years of our love and unity,
Through joy and sorrow, times of plenty and of scarcity,
You are the greatest friend I’ve had, we make such a good team,
Together we reflect a glimpse of heaven’s holy gleam.
Due to some family troubles (both youngest children being sick and not sleeping well at night) I managed to forget about the anniversary of first contacting my wife, so here is this year’s belated poem:
What chances will a young man take when love seems on the line?
Write to a complete stranger, take on a risky climb,
Share all his deepest secrets with a girl he’s got to know,
And hope she won’t run screaming from his inner horror show.
Swear utter lifelong faithfulness, til death they both do part;
Before God, friends and family, declare with all his heart,
That nothing can now come between their souls now bound as one,
‘Til all life’s tasks have been achieved and heaven’s wreath is won.’
Share all his faults and failings, all he has and hopes to be,
And all the fruit that grows on their new-planted family tree
Work to be a better man, nurture her growth too,
And always work towards all that is healthy, pure, and true.
If I believed in luck, then thirteen would be good for us;
So many years of unity, and life wondiferous.
With hiccups all along the way, but such is every quest;
An adventure worthy of each struggle and each test. Continue reading