I have no doubt
that I have seen
what it means to love.
all my life it has surrounded me,
the aura and the action
both entwined as one
divinely-fueled
activity -
both the savor and the sacrifice
of love.
Mother, father,
hear a son rejoicing in the magic
of your love
for me, for all the children
(and their offspring, too)
but more - much more than that,
the love you celebrate today
as man and wife united
in the pattern of Christ's love.
Today is a day of memories,
memories that only two
can share,
memories that span for longer
than the days I've walked
this earth;
memories of love's first gentle stirring,
in the blush of tender youth,
when sweethearts stood with beating
hearts, and eyes spoke more than
words;
memories of longing to break down the miles
between,
to close the distance, holding close,
let come whatever will...
memories of certainty, of love's sweet, calm assurance
in the moment that you knew
without a shadow's doubt
that
"I will always love you"
memories of rings and things, of wedding
preparations,
of whirlwind moments bringing every
detail into orbit;
memories of love itself, the tender,
sweet communion
blessed by God above and fruitful
beyond what man can tell;
memories of love maturing, growing
as you grew,
memories of memories, of standing
strong and true...
these memories are yours alone,
the precious bond you share,
the sacrifice of willingness,
to live for more than you.
Mother, father,
hear a son rejoicing in the magic
of your love
in the strong and steady sacrifice
you've lived out day by day;
one for the other, the other for the one,
and both in heart united
as you seek and serve
the One.
Mother.
Father.
Today you remember the past,
rejoice in the present,
and hope for the future;
and I, from the outside looking in, on lives
so, so well-lived...
...I weep the joyous tears of one who
sees the Savior
in your love.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
I have no doubt
that I have seen
what it means to love.
all my life it has surrounded me,
the aura and the action
both entwined as one
divinely-fueled
activity -
both the savor and the sacrifice
of love.
Mother, father,
hear a son rejoicing in the magic
of your love
for me, for all the children
(and their offspring, too)
but more - much more than that,
the love you celebrate today
as man and wife united
in the pattern of Christ's love.
Today is a day of memories,
memories that only two
can share,
memories that span for longer
than the days I've walked
this earth;
memories of love's first gentle stirring,
in the blush of tender youth,
when sweethearts stood with beating
hearts, and eyes spoke more than
words;
memories of longing to break down the miles
between,
to close the distance, holding close,
let come whatever will...
memories of certainty, of love's sweet, calm assurance
in the moment that you knew
without a shadow's doubt
that
"I will always love you"
memories of rings and things, of wedding
preparations,
of whirlwind moments bringing every
detail into orbit;
memories of love itself, the tender,
sweet communion
blessed by God above and fruitful
beyond what man can tell;
memories of love maturing, growing
as you grew,
memories of memories, of standing
strong and true...
these memories are yours alone,
the precious bond you share,
the sacrifice of willingness,
to live for more than you.
Mother, father,
hear a son rejoicing in the magic
of your love
in the strong and steady sacrifice
you've lived out day by day;
one for the other, the other for the one,
and both in heart united
as you seek and serve
the One.
Mother.
Father.
Today you remember the past,
rejoice in the present,
and hope for the future;
and I, from the outside looking in, on lives
so, so well-lived...
...I weep the joyous tears of one who
sees the Savior
in your love.
on their 38th wedding anniversary
