A Poem for Angela on Her Birthday
March 13, 2013
Today, among the blessings that I own,
As well as those that dodge my thankless eye,
There stands this truth: that I live not alone;
For you were born; and I made rich thereby.
Your birthday, dear, is come, and I am sure
That they are wrong who dread their yearly feast;
To view a birthday rightly is the cure
For thinking that it’s naught but life decreased.
A moment fraught with promise, hope regained:
A birthday is a New Creation Day;
No year is lost, for all the past’s contained
Within the New that now is underway;
A chance to build, repair, to change our pace,
To seek new counsel, where our plans have failed;
A time of new repentance, and new grace;
A chance to see at last what once was veiled.
It is a day of resurrection life;
An Alpha, not Omega, waits for you;
And we will go together, dearest wife,
Into the world, to conquer and subdue.