Love is a Landscape

We've had a wedding in the family. It has me thinking about our own love, almost 13 years on. We're just getting started compared to many, and in many ways I feel like we're just setting out. This is part of a larger piece for my Joel. May your day and maybe your marriage be blessed today friends.

I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go (Songs of Solomon 3:4).

Highs and lows
And soft winds blow
Storms and bright days
An aching that stays

With grief in joy
Like thorns on roses
And joy in grief
Like rebirth in the spring

Winding paths
And dry drawn wastes
Tiny delights
And soft lit nights

Apathy that stalks
Like lions on hunt
Numbing that haunts
Like poison ivy mocks

Vista drawn hope
And valleys that drain
Rain that rivers
Shelter that withers

The sun, it rises
No matter the clouds
The moon, it rules
Where no light allowed

Love is a landscape
That we travel,
you and I.

So I’d rather walk than run
Because it's just for us,
You, my dear, and me.