these, our hands
by Elizabeth de Barros
I rush to the water’s edge
without fear of falling in
eternity has consumed me —
Is this what love is?
…
These, our hands —
still, I didn’t recognize them as ours.
The lines seemed untraceable
to an earlier time
when the riverbed was full of stones
and of all that lay ahead.
…
Joined,
one on top of the other —
weathered
but not beaten,
sanctified by scars
we could not do without.
Testament to what’s been wrought:
a generation’s worth of work,
for better or worse.
…
These, our hands —
once full of prayers
now answered
trace the lines
where no moth consumes
nor rust corrupts
my treasure, my heart —
this is love.
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©2014 Elizabeth DeBarros
This poem was first presented to my husband, Anthony, on April 8, 2014, in honor and celebration of our having lived twenty-five years together as man and wife. A milestone we share with you for your encouragement and for the glory of God.
Someone once said it takes twenty years to get to know someone. I say it takes twenty-five. And that goes for the both of us. A few things known to our minds we have come to better understand only through experience, and what are now cherished in our hearts:
Marriage is a gift, a vestige left over from paradise. It is a crucible, where the refining fires of God take place. And it is a cup, meant for overflowing. But grapes don’t appear overnight. The vine must first be tended, and watched. The fruit must mature and is then harvested. Time is involved. And a winepress. So much mess! But the fermented wine is worth it.
Wine must first be mixed, then stored and aged, and finally, poured out to waft strong, imbibed as lovers and friends. And shared among friends. Over and over.
Marriage is a picture of Christ and the Church.
Soli Deo Gloria.
Thanks again Liz, for sharing your journey with us through your gift of poetry. Bonnie and I are glad to be fellow travelers with you and Tony and your boys.
OH. MY. GOSH. That is my poetry to reflect how amazingly beautiful this poem and its contents are.
Hands that are weathered but not beaten, once full of prayers, now answered…these hands are holy hands, hands that are lifted up to Him (Ps 18:24). Thank you for your words here, and for modelling a godly marriage to us. May God richly bless you both ♥