I found this framed poem at a thrift store and fell in love with it. It is by Anita Robertson and explains Godly love so well. I know that after five years of marriage, Robert and I are still newly weds in the grand scheme of things. While I love him more today than on our wedding and we have seen some challenges through, I know that in the world we live in it is far too common to give up on love when things aren't smooth sailing. I hope that this poem holds true for us when we are rocking our grandchildren. How beautiful would that be?
Our youthful passion would have scoffed
at the deep belonging we now feel,
the knowledge that our love is enhanced by,
but not dependent on, the fire in our bones.
Although our wedding garments no longer fit,
you are more exciting to me now
than when we first joined hands at the alter.
We have journeyed far enough together
that even the wrinkles and silver-splashed hair are dear.
It is your essence that I love,
the person you have become as, side by side,
we battled our way through the dailies.
Illness, tragedy and loss have transformed us
into who we now are: Warriors...overcomers
Out of the churning cauldron of struggle has come
the discovery that love is not just a feeling
but a decision.
Two rough stones when we married,
we have polished and burnished each other,
emerging refined and secure in the vows we made,
cleaving only to each other.
Our love will endure
for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer;
in sickness and in health, until one of us
gently lays the other into the arms of God.
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