Creating foundation that will last in the fitting of stone to stone, different, separate, but stronger when the fit is perfect~~
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes:
Look for foundations of sea-worn granite,
my fingers had the art to make stone love stone,
you will find some remnant.
~Robinson Jeffers from “Tor House”
We are about to celebrate the marriage of these two precious people this coming weekend
May they always share the poetry in their pockets.
Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.
~G.K. Chesterton from “A Piece of Chalk”
The waves haven’t come for my smooth glass yet (polished from the sea). In the meantime, it is right here in the front pocket of the jeans I am wearing now. I reach into my pocket for it a lot; it helps me write in some mysterious way…
~Anne Lamott from Traveling Mercies
For Jim and Breanna on their wedding day
Today is the day the pasture gate opens
after a long winter; you are let out on grass
to a world vast and green and lush
beyond your wildest imaginings.
You run leaping and bounding,
hair flying in the wind, heels kicked up
in the freedom to form together
a binding trust of covenant love.
You share with us your rich feast today,
as grace grows like grass
that stretches to eternity yet bound safely
within the fence rows of your vows.
When rains come, as hard times always do,
and this spring day feels far removed,
when covered in the mud or frost or drought of life,
know your promises were made to withstand any storm.
Even though leaning and breaking, as fences tend to do,
they remind you to whom you belong and where home is,
anchoring you if you lose your way,
pointing you back to the gate you once entered.
Once there you will remember the gift of today:
a community of faith and our God blessed
this opened gate, these fences, and most of all your love
as you feast with joy on the richness of His spring pasture.