(For Dawn on our seventh wedding anniversary)
My lovely wife, my spine and central core:
Two minds conformed sit reciting, day
By day—a ceaseless piece preparing for
The time when bodies fail and cannot play.
A song so sweet, we lovers cannot stop,
Nor bear, we fear, one player leaves the set.
Our days are gifts which we determine not,
And each is given death’s certificate.
We etch our magnum opus from the heart:
This masterpiece for God which we perform.
His Love Divine arranges every part,
And His sonata plays throughout life’s storm.
Once gone from earth, our melody we pray:
May angels weep, may God appreciate.
DB Lindsey Jr.
© 26 November 2011
Revised 8 February 2015
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