I wrote this for my then new girlfriend (now wife) about 5 years ago…
This miracle begun with the walking on water
Over lakes of insecurity and doubt
Water submerged fossils;
Monuments to history’s pain.
My earth struck by your rod of honesty
Uncontrollable tides part.
Those monuments, now exposed, crumble away. Dust to dust.
Bad reflections die with your new waters of clarity, transparency and
You purge me.
Your medicinal waters trouble my soul.
My heart’s dam breaks.
We meet in the Valley of Reservation
Hope flows through
Arid pessimism becomes fertile new beginnings
Our love rooted deep within.
With each season comes growth, maturity.
Cracks in our exterior once perceived as ugly,
Now in unity become testimonies to when seeds of openness were planted.