Saturday, January 14, 2023

Fifty-Six Years


Fifty-six years ago the story of us began.  Always starry-eyed, I never could have imagined the path we would  travel together. But travel we did, through radiant joy, heartbreaking sorrow, babies and war and the inevitable growing pains.

You have always been there, Lord, even when we deviated from the story You wanted to tell, and made something good and beautiful of it all.

I found this poem by Wendell Berry that says what I long to say so beautifully:

The Blue Robe

By Wendell Berry

How joyful to be together, alone

as when we first were joined

in our little house by the river

long ago, except that now we know

each other, as we did not then;

and now instead of two stories fumbling

to meet, we belong to one story

that the two, joining, made. And now

we touch each other with the tenderness

of mortals, who know themselves:

how joyful to feel the heart quake

at the sight of a grandmother,

old friend in the morning light,

beautiful in her blue robe!