Hyperbolic Love
If I stretch the chambers of my heart
As fingers of a child do
At play
I do
With silly putty
It is work
Laboring in love,
We wrap blood and muscle
Round and round
Till death
If I part the seas of raging water
Between us
And calm them
With a tender word
No man nor woman
Indeed no one at all
May put asunder our fragile love
That which is joined by God
Mark, Matthew, and
The Methodist priest
Proclaim
I stretch the proclamation
In sacred acts of faith
Embrace
A holy mystery
For I have been
The rusty gate
And I have
Been a wrecking ball
Into the wall
Of his beating heart
And yet
The Patient
One
And I would
Call it no small feat
Though war analogies are old and tired
Cliches of power, yawn sigh yawn
Show strength ad infinitum
And so
We must claim a form of victory
In this joining of two souls
And with all of Webster’s
From which
To choose
A word or two
There is no stretching
Of this truth
That what we have is
Hyperbolic love
Running on the holy fumes
And thus far
No asundering looms
On love’s
Next
Quarter century mark
Stretched
By grace
All four chambers filled
With what sweetly smacks
Of
Miracle,
Mystery,
A wholly, holy
Regenerated life in love
And if you were to ask
By two hearts stretched by hyper-extended grace.
Joining Laura
elizabeth w. marshall 
So is this your 25th anniversary? What a lovely tribute to long love. Thank you.
Diana, you are a gift. And you do know I hope that you steward awfully well the gift of encouragement. I am lifted up to higher places when you come by this place. I thank you truly for your friendship.
“For I have been
The rusty gate
And I have been
A wrecking ball”
Wow, Elizabeth. Those lines just about did me in. So much truth and beauty in these lines.
Laura, that you would spend anytime here is humbling to me. I cherish your input, your feedback and always the gift of you.
Thank you, dear Elizabeth. The two lines Laura mentioned…oh my mercy. This is beautiful. Here’s to love through years wrapped round hearts.
You always bring such sweet gifts when you visit. Your wide grin always brings me seeds of joy that last a good long while.
Elizabeth,
Happy Anniversary and Congrats on 25 years….just gorgeous, your words…loved the lines Laura B. mentioned plus that last line …sigh 🙂
Dolly, I smile when I have seen that you were here. The fragrant offering that is your sweet spirit lingers here. And I am grateful.
What a beautiful tribute to love and your love.
These lines:
That what we have is
Hyperbolic love
Running on the holy fumes
And thus far
No asundering looms
I loved that image of continuing on in nearly impossible circumstances, but still strong and together.
Beautiful, Elizabeth.
Charity, thanking you friend. I was thinking of you this morning and realized I had not said “BLESSINGS” to you on your new married life. Oh what a lovely holy mystery it is.
Your words both encourage me and buoy me on the seas of this writing life, sometimes rough sometimes glass-like smooth. Always, like marriage a wild ride. Grateful for you.