You knew I was spiritual
You bought me a cross
You knew I liked to watch the credits roll
You waited patiently
You knew I liked poetry
You found me W.H. Auden
[Stop all the clocks…give the dog a juicy bone
…for nothing now can ever come to any good]
And then I married you
It was beautifully read
E.E. Cummings, how romantic
[It was the root of the root and the bud of the bud
… I Carry Your Heart, I Carry It In My Heart]
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I went to church
You said I was a freak
I waited for credits to roll
As you huffed impatiently
I starting writing
You didn’t understand why
We tried
We failed
Confused, weak, and unsure
For the love of 1st Corinthians 13:4
And all that rings true
[Love is patient, love is kind…Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.]
Love cannot grow in such tricked-out dirt
John the apostle tells us so in 15:1
[We are the vines. God is the gardener. No branch can bear fruit by itself;
it must remain on the vine…apart from God we can do nothing.]
I don’t have all the answers
I keep asking God
But one thing I know for sure…
We were pruned.
Little Mouse
August 19, 2007