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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

How Good We Are

Promise me you'll remember
This love together today
We may not have tomorrow
It's not for us to say...

Whenever we're together
I feel time standing still
I only know I love you
And I always will

If we should lose each other
Somewhere inside the dark
Promise me you'll remember
How good we are...

Time isn't kind to lovers
It breaks the hardest hearts
Promise me you'll remember
How good we are

by John Bettis for The Godfather III

Up early. Kissed the back of John's sleeping head in my hasty exit, just so that in the event a tree should fall on one of us or or worse, there would have been some semblance of a tender parting. It was a long day. More work than time.

Tonight supper was simple in contrast to the day. Homemade vegetable soup and breadmaker bread. TV trays and a few minutes of an old movie we were watching in stages. The movie ended with a love song and our real day began.

There we were two old, married, working people, dancing in the living room to a movie theme as the credits scrolled by, surrounded by empty soup bowls and bread crumbs and love. "Promise me you'll remember how good we are." What a lyric. What a commitment.

We have had to make ourselves remember that goodness, that God-ordained fit, when lostness and darkness had a different and less glorious ending in mind for our story. Those times we called on the God of light to remember with us. The God in whom there is no darkness at all (1 John 1:15)

Maybe we can't buy everything we want to buy or go everywhere we want to go, do everything we want to do or know everyone we want to know but we can stop time. We can make it stand still, be still and remember.

We can always clean up the dishes tomorrow...if it comes.




6 comments:

  1. This is one of the more lovely posts I have read in a long time.

    How blessed you are.

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    1. Thanks. I am blessed. From your own posts sound like you are as well.
      kl

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  2. Ahhh, Kat! This is so you! What blessed romantics you two! How blessed we are to call you friends! Forget the dishes - leave them for the maid ;)

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    1. That would be the maid that is married to the butler? As romantics go, it takes one to know one. We were both favored with princes.
      kl

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  3. I agree with posts above - you are BLESSED! And it's a happy soul that can recognize those blessings still as the years roll on (but you're not "old"! :).

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    1. I know it....that I am blessed AND getting older but the former makes the latter OK :)
      kl

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