In my wildness I danced in her waves,
caught
in her smile, set free in her tide
washed
again and again
she banished
any brokenness remaining.
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Category: marriage
The Quiet Moments of Winter
I sense My Love stirring, as she reaches, pulling back the curtains
of a blue dawn, where the tree branches gently hold
the overnight snow.
She watches the doves, as I notice her face
her lips move, whispering
her prayers
I drift off, pushing away the fire
for now
but later I awaken
to the smell of turkey bacon
and her kiss
on my lips.
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Cheese and Crackers
Wedges of cheddar, placed gently on top of green apple slices
sandwiched
between multi-grain crackers
with seeds,
surrounded on paper plates
by clusters of freshly washed
red grapes, she giggled
he loved her nose
kissed her cheek
as they fed each other
on their honeymoon.
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Together
He saw her wounds, but she mended
his wings
each a river for the other
and together
they still climb mountains
every day going further
even stronger
than they’ve ever been before.
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In Our Kitchen on Christmas Eve
The smooth sound of Kenny G ‘s saxophone, playing Silver Bells from his Christmas CD. A timer dings. Chocolate chip muffins?? I never knew there was such a thing!
She quickly comes in wearing her green Christmas apron, and pulls another tray from the oven. “Sweetheart, don’t over do it!”, slips out of my mouth.
She draws close and snuggles into my neck. As my hands reach around her waist. I tell her honestly, “Honey if you didn’t cook anything, that would be ok.”
We embrace, and as our children turn on the Christmas lights in the dining room, I whisper into her ear, “You……are my gift…..”
From our house to yours……Happy Holidays, and Merry Christmas!
And if you don’t celebrate Christmas I wish you peace and wonderful blessings!
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A Place of Surrender
After we were married, I carried her to a place of surrender
and yet I was humbled by her love,
accountable even
to make sure the breast plate on my armor
was shining bright
and that I still carried
the burning embers,
in my heart.
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It’s Simply a Matter of Wings
And she said to me, “It’s simply a matter of wings….”
then she gave me everything I ever needed,
for my spirit to take off
and once I was lifted,
I never looked back again.
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