I wrote this poem a few years ago. The more I read it the more I saw my parents in it, and that’s kind of how I’ve thought of it’s since, as apply to them and about them. But over the past few weeks, maybe even months, God has been bringing it to my mind. At first it made me smile, it made me think of my parents, but then He showed me that the poem is, in fact, about Him and I. It’s about you and Him, too.
if I loved you for another hundred
years
years
would it be enough?
to see all the seasons
change and return,
all the while with you there
to sense the slow and steady rotation
of the earth
of the earth
as we stand
looking, watching, waiting.
to feel the soft glow of the sun
melt into our skin
and light us from the inside,
to have the deep refresh of the
rainwater seep into our bones and
rainwater seep into our bones and
satiate our veins,
year after year –
markers in our time spent.
a hundred years
would be enough to see you,
completely.
would it be enough to understand?
our homes could crumble
our knowledge could drift away
but we would still be there
looking,
watching,
waiting,
our skin could shrivel,
our bones could warp,
in a hundred years we could be
unrecognizable
but we would still know each other
I would, at least, still know you.
to stand completed and whole
enveloped by the night around us,
to rise and awaken as day breaks in
front
front
of you.
and then,
after a hundred years
to feel our heartbeats
finally wane
and then,
to wander aimlessly
through the wooded and now wild
landscape
landscape
our footsteps in time with the
countdown
finally,
I have found you
after all this time,
it could still be you.
