This is for the man who became my husband on Aug. 23, 1975. . .
 

Time....a measurement
often cut short by lack of
patience.

Test...a qualification
often called unfair
by those who make excuses
to do what it takes to win.

Put them both together
in a thing called "Commitment"
and one of two things is
bound to happen....

either the nut cracks,
or stands up to the pressure
of the winds of changes,
spreads out healing leaves
for shade, shelter and solace...
gives a place of incubation
for anyone diseas'd
from the jungles of spiritual
entanglement. .

and once the situation is heal'd
the restor'd ones remember old
kindnesses as time has flown,

and strangers who
stroll life's forest
feeling they have
nothing to lean upon
still find that old
Tree of Commitment still standing...

ummm...it is still standing...

with a bark so firm,
forever smooth....
tender. . .
most sweet. . . .

others who see
the old tree perchance
might lean against
its proven tests of time...
and in unspoken ways
know that someone
took the time
to grow life right.

 © 2008  cynth’ya  lewis  reed
all rights reserv’d