It's my wife's birthday today, and I've been listening steadily to all of her music, especially that nice rendition of Francis Cabrel's moody "C'etait L'hiver" that she put together yesterday, patiently learning the French pronunciation (as she'd done with the Portuguese version of Girl from Ipanema awhile back), and doing take after take until she was happy with the mix. This woman is incredible, pumping out weekly tunes for music Mondays and doing her own sound production, while keeping up a thoughtful daily blog, caring carefully for four sons, and being a steady companion to me. I'm blessed to know her, and intend to know her better.
Mystery, Miracle, Marriage
by Gideon Burton
and through your honey-alto-angel voice,
the more your mysteries compound. I'm caught
in awe, in gratitude we made the choice
to hand-in-hand the lengths of twisting time,
to share the casual miracles that come
when man and woman choose to rhyme,
despite what jolts and jarrings have undone.
I kneel, I find you kneeling next to me.
We interlace our worries and our tears.
I stand, I find you standing next to me.
We alternate who comforts and who cheers.
Of what's to come, I haven't any clue,
But I can trust the peace I know with you.
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