poetry
T-24
Well... in 24 hours I'll be standing under the branches of an old oak tree to be married to Catherine, the woman I love and will spend my life with. It's pretty big stuff for me (understatement!) and it's been a real adventure so far. I'll be gone for a week or two while we're off on our honeymoon. In the meantime, I'll toss out this thought on love and commitment:
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 now we know each other
as we did not then.
and now instead of two stories
jumbling to meet,
we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made.
And now we touch each other,
with the tenderness or 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.
I'll see everyone soon, when we're back from our honeymoon. Hooray!



