Strange the way love fills all the space,
As flowers shed their pollen on the wind,
As baked bread evokes dormant hunger,
The veil in the breeze flutters and thins,
And a sacred presence emerges in grace.
Lovely how eyes can shine in any light,
As the deepest ocean dwellers luminesce,
As precious stones glint in the deep places,
From the deep you beckoned, I acquiesced,
Days unto years walking in deepening delight.
Bittersweet the counting of our amorous days,
This octet of years will not pass this way again.
As octopuses embrace but once, then fade away.
Yet as the sun beckons, each day I will ascend,
Move my ebbing frame into your beatific gaze.
Blessed that the common places are ever dusted,
In words, glances, tears, giggles -- the very threads,
Of the fabric of our common life steadily inweaved.
This nuptial sacrament, renewed in wine and bread.
Love -- the home, the safe place that can be trusted.
Beloved of Renita.