(For Calvin, I wrote this just before your wedding, but sending it now):
I know she takes your breath away
But I do not ask your love to stay
I'd rather you fall out of love
Learn the cadence from above
Of loving someone for the ways
They aren't who you thought they had to be
I'd rather you love unto holiness
Hers, yours, the kind only found
By Christ's example, power, and fellowship
This is your bread, your calling, a mystery
You will amass a large school debt
(And one day pay that off)
But I would rather you know the constant debt of
Outdoing the "I do" one breath at a time
May your highs and your disillusionments
Draw you deeper into communion with Christ
A deeper well that nourishes you into
A swaddling kind of love
Your signal is getting stronger, your melody is ringing true
How wonderful to be sure of this:
You will not die with your song still inside you,
You are singing it every day
At the top of your lungs.
Love,
Mom
