Yesterday Beth and I marked forty years married,
a journey with forty legs: some meadows, some desert,
but all endured, all blessed, all chosen.
I can’t lay my hands on the length of forty years;
it’s the depth that matters, music swelling,,
growth rings expanding, a well deepening.
Forty years is long enough for Israel in the wilderness
but our eyes were not on the horizon, but on each other:
the promise is not another land but this one,
the journey itself, this moment and the next,
in which, without effort or deserving,
we enter the Presence, we receive the miracle.
Friends, every moment
is God’s 40 years with us,
choosing us again and again.
June 8, 2020