I am where I have oft been, aground in a small hotel room deep in the Appalachians, my lover sleeping, The Ancient of Days and Text duly renewed, and now sit quietly with His heart and mine thinking. It is the morning of our anniversary day; 39 years ago today was not like this. I woke in the Bachelor’s Annex at TSD, scared sick lying cold and lost on my waterbed. It was my wedding day. A shattered bottle of medicine lay on the floor dropped there sometime in the middle of the night as I staggered around trying to become brave enough to marry my lover. I was marrying out of my league, a scrub beside a first-rounder, a sinner to a saint. I shan’t dare tell the Old Old Story but blessed be it finds me here, these many years later, her safe enough to sleep soundly in our now Holy Matrimony. Mine eye hath not seen that cold morning so long ago, nor my ears heard, nor had it entered my heart the wandering wonders He had prepared for us, but this morning I am reminded once again… I am the “blessedest” man on the face of the earth.
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| Yesterday doing what we often do, altar repairing away hidden deep, Holy Ground known only to few. |
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