• Over the Hill

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    When the sun began diving, we met on the road.
    The lane was uneven, or so I am told.
    She bent under a basket of laundry and coal,
    I asked if I could bare it and gave it a go.

    The sun was dyspeptic, a regular bear,
    but I didn’t mind as we walked together there.
    “I like your lavender.” “I like it to-
    I like the stitched leather crowning your shoe!”

    “I like your blond locks that twirl in the wind.”
    “I like your strong hands that helped out a friend.”
    “I like the twilight, and horses, the early morning dew,
    the rings on the pond face there…” “Oh, I do too.”

    I liked her smile, her long willowy limbs,
    her eyes like an evening fog when the pink light descends.
    I liked her quiet glow, her warm lifting laugh,
    her awkward little steps down the cobblestone path.

    We found we liked many things that make a two friends,
    morsels and fishes and squabbling hens,
    lights on Don’s Tower at the autumn event
    where dancing and dining were a week present.

    We shared so many qualities, interests, and likes
    we forgot as time passed and we talked on our hike,
    until over the orchard hill, a lane branched off left,
    and she stopped and she asked to recover her heft.

    “I’m so glad I met you- it’s like we are twins!”
    You’ve been most enjoyable- I’m sorry it ends.”
    “It ends?” I asked loudly as she turned away,
    my once present smile a twisting of gray.

    When the moon began rising, we split down two roads,
    She with her basket, and I, a new load.
    It was misty and dreary and suddenly cold.
    She was quickly gone, and I was quickly old.

    That lane had been uneven, or so I was told,
    when the sun began diving, and we met then on the road.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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