When I first saw your face,
I lingered, captivated and determined to
seek out and know
the spirit that shone through.
There was a brightness, you see
an invitation to presence.
Welcoming vast, like a Montana sky
with wildflower incandescence.
An expansive invitation
enthralling my imagination
building a foundation
for a joyful habitation.
Your face holds great depths
of being and becoming;
awaiting the knowing
it takes to be revealed.
Your face has lived much
in these last fifty years;
many smiles, laughter and
many more tears.
Lines on a face
like lines in a song
tell stories of love and loss;
of life lived long.
When we’re young, our pain causes us to hide in our faces,
presenting an image to the world;
but when we grow old we’re faced with choices
whether to return to earlier graces.
Many will never know the treasures that hide
they fail to pause and see;
they cannot know the smile you share
continues to ravish me!
Even more captivated and determined,
to grow old next to you
your face and mine, together tears and smiles
with lines aligned.
The glory of God grows
with each passing year
in and through the face that knows love
from ear to ear.
