Poem for July 26, 2020
Pentecost 8 A, Proper 12-A
“So Jacob served seven years for
Rachel, and they seemed to him but a few days because of the love he
had for her.” (Genesis 29:20)
Beloved Scoundrels In Love
Jacob, beloved scoundrel, fell into
love,
prefiguring Einstein's collapsing of
time,
where it had no real meaning; to climb
another ladder, being with heart's
dove.
I think how the thirty plus years
together,
have been spent like a drunkard's spree,
in that holy space between her and me,
drinking in moments; more the better!
When we met, weren't close to young,
but pretended that we had all the time
we could possibly use, up the ladders
which we're given to climb each rung.
Now, we are older, each rung is harder,
and yet time hasn't dimmed that ardor.
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