In passing through the arch,
they did not become new.
Bodies did not shed old scars.
Minds did not know better color.
Love did not bewitch the fact of gravity.
But their passage still marked a beginning.
Because they believed it would.
Because they knew better,
on a day such as this,
than to fear any winter.
they did not become new.
Bodies did not shed old scars.
Minds did not know better color.
Love did not bewitch the fact of gravity.
But their passage still marked a beginning.
Because they believed it would.
Because they knew better,
on a day such as this,
than to fear any winter.
9 comments:
Such a hopeful view of marriage. Because it's real.
We go astray on so many roads. Black ones and bright ones too. To walk in those leaves, carrying everything with you, there is the greatest chance of turning to the side and still seeing that person standing along with you.
Jason, that is true. And what a great comfort and security there is in such a recognition.
Holding on to that belief--and more importantly, living so as to strengthen it--is the real promise of that day.
Objective reality is nothing. Subjective reality is everything.
What Charles said! :)
We understand reality by labeling, defining, structuring. Important boundaries or definitions are often marked by traditions and ceremonies, so all can witness and respect the new reality.
We create reality, however, by believing.
Charles, well said. Maybe the subjective reality bleeds over to the objective one, if we work to make it so.
Aine, yes, by knowing that something is so, and sustaining that belief forward. :)
I like the delineation you draw between the community/familial perspective on the coupling, and the more personal, intimate meaning. Both are important to keep in mind, I think.
Not only a stunning poem, but one that does not avoid the truth nor dress it up in an attempt to make it more glamorous.
Simple reality. I love it.
Beautiful analogy of the seasons of our life.
I have friends who have lived together for years and years. Just recently Mrs. lost her job, so - because of health benefits, they decided to get married. I kept wondering whether or not they would feel differently toward one another or about life in general - you know, feel something special had happened to them. I didn't hear from them for a few weeks, so one day I gave them a call. They were busy painting and wallpapering (sprucing up the old nest, as it were). While I talked to Mrs., I heard Mr. whistling a tune in the background. Something special had happened - a beginning.
Your poem was, as always, written from a deep understanding of the way things are in life. You have it all together at a young age. ;)
J.C., thank you. And I'm happy to see you again!
I like these simpler posts, too. Maybe they cut closer to the truth.
Sheri, thanks so much! This is a good reminder for me, as we head into winter. :)
K, thank you for sharing your friends' story! It sounds like they truly believed in the power of that beginning. How beautiful. And how powerful that our minds have that capacity to turn over new leaves.
About having it together...thanks for saying so. :) It's not true, but I do think writing gives me an opportunity to clear the clutter away from life, and focus on what's important and deep. You have a wonderful gift for that, too, K! Your blog is a must-read for me. I always take away something special and profound from your poems. :)
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