Eucharist: An Anniversary Love Poem

Sometime tomorrow afternoon, Brenda and I will have been married 38 years. "Growing old together" is no longer an abstraction, but a present experience. I've never been happier in my life than I am now, and I've never been happier with Brenda than I am now, and I don't mind saying so publicly. Since I didn't make it to the store for a card, here's my little gift.

Eucharist

good gift

we give ourselves to each other

one coincidence at a time,

in the peripheral vision of dailiness

catalyzed on occasion

     with a burst of intentionality

we are given to one another

as hands and clay

as chisel and granite

as river and limestone

the result revealed only over time

     and after no small irritation

and in all our becoming

we are the gift of us

a semiotic herald

of wholeness trumping brokenness

of Hope snarling to Despair,

"Gotcha!"

good gift