Love in the long- haul
I married a man named kindness
Not flash erratic or mean
Not given to moods, fickle, with sulks
Just funny and constant and good
I’d dabbled a bit with sultry and Welsh
A writer of verse a singer of songs
With him it was up, the joy and the bliss
But then it was down to the vale
A man of his landscape, brooding
No danger of daily or dull
Yes I’ve dabbled a bit in the days of my youth
Seduced by the romance
Signed up for the ride
Still sometimes it calls me
Glimpsed in a book
Played out in a weepy on film
A sweep of Rachmaninov
Piano and strings
But faced with the daily the dull
To be done, teeth to be gritted
Bills to be paid
Rows to be hoed, lawns to be mowed
The digging and weeding
The laundry the dealing
With tiresome buffoons, the grist and the grind
I’m glad for the man named kindness
My port after too many storms
For the gift to see love in the long-haul
In funny and constant and good
I married a man named kindness
Not flash erratic or mean
Not given to moods, fickle, with sulks
Just funny and constant and good
I’d dabbled a bit with sultry and Welsh
A writer of verse a singer of songs
With him it was up, the joy and the bliss
But then it was down to the vale
A man of his landscape, brooding
No danger of daily or dull
Yes I’ve dabbled a bit in the days of my youth
Seduced by the romance
Signed up for the ride
Still sometimes it calls me
Glimpsed in a book
Played out in a weepy on film
A sweep of Rachmaninov
Piano and strings
But faced with the daily the dull
To be done, teeth to be gritted
Bills to be paid
Rows to be hoed, lawns to be mowed
The digging and weeding
The laundry the dealing
With tiresome buffoons, the grist and the grind
I’m glad for the man named kindness
My port after too many storms
For the gift to see love in the long-haul
In funny and constant and good
7th July 2010, Hounoux, for A with love
Good Old Andy - he looks kind too!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this, Sally. It is such a lovely expression of long-lasting love. So much so, it pointed for me as a Christian towards the enduring love of God, and how we experience it - not just the "high" of Pentecost, but the small daily faithfulnesses and kindnesses - unglamourous, gritty, but the stuff of true love!
ReplyDeleteI am so grateful to you two readers and responders. I love to have comeback from what I've written. I can see how you have interpreted it Jenny, within the context of your strong faith. Mine too is a description of a love to be trusted and leant on, the 'whenever I look up there shall ye be' of Far from the Madding Crowd's Gabrial Oak.
ReplyDeleteWell I'm just choked up with truly deeply enduring love that I see with you guys acknowledged in your poem. Love to you both xxx
ReplyDeleteLovely Sally. He's not a bad looking chap either and he gives great hugs!!!!!!!!!
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