On the marriage of Emily and Michael
x / x / x / x / x /
it was a gift i did not see coming
somehow more generous today than then
for it continues to declare meaning
amplified by an evolved intention
the hand was so young, and the gift so old
yet to this day informs some mystery
full with an understanding; fine as gold
yet powerful and wise, an old-growth tree.
how’d a child know how much stone meant to me¿
how did so small a hand lift such a thought?
how could someone so young see so deeply¿
how do i contribute hope where i’m not?
through this poem - in the spirit of learned love;
found deeply within - warmth from far above.
jts 12 june 2o25 ∞ semper fi · friends
