What if, darling?

And when we are happily married you will say,
"But I don't know what we are going to do tomorrow!
What will we eat?
What will we name the children?"

And I'll always just grab your hand.
Tell you I don't know.
Look at you begging,
"Don't worry."

"Darling I love you.
But what if one day we are different?
What if we wake up
And don't know each other so well?"

"I'll still be anxiously engaged
In being your dear wife.
I'll ask a bunch of questions,
And come to love you more at each reply.

"I know we won't stay the same
As we are today,
But I think we both are counting on that,
To be more like Him everyday."

Also: "I love you."
And no matter which way you grow.
I will grow around you.
I hope tomorrow you still know.

Ivy

From the Guests of the 2010 Dead Poets Society Meeting:

Ivy is trying to grow in the window
through the glass it raises toward the sun
as though its an addiction it can't resist
Thirsting, drooling, itching for its warmth, its love
It IS LOVE, eternal, omnipotent, omnipresent, and blinding love.
This love--this sunshine. Eternal sunshine that fuels that ivy to creep up the side of the house,
Beckoning the vines to savor its encompassing glow.
Dark clouds, wailing winds, and even swarms of pestilence cannot thwart its advance
Beaten from without, beckoned from above, fueled from within. By love.
Persevering toward its goal, reaching toward infinity, trying to live higher.
The ivy lives in the ephemeral ecstasy of its love with no reason to fall
It is we who are growing in the window, visible to the world as we go. Screaming in the language of green.

Does everything happen for a reason?

Who am I?
Whose very life desires...
Desires to exist in the way that it does,
Is happy to be and also happy to have gone.

Who am I?
Beyond all circumstance...
Not after nor separate from the world I am in,
But in a loving embrace.

Who am I?
Whose heart feels to fly...
Into the face of my past,
With some gratitude alive.

Is this right?
Does my life actually feel?
Was there a plan to make me
Into something so clear?

Was there a reason?
Or is this mere chance?
Am I condemned to be the endless victim
Of random happenstance?

It would appear that is so,
That my life is so fragile,
That I accidentally landed
In happiness and joy for awhile.
That in my journey here's a moment,
To be followed by more,
But I cannot know what may come,
And have no right to hope.

But I hope.
I dare.

And I think that in fact my life did want,
Wanted to be the way that it is,
And ran desperately after that.

And I think that it succeeded,
And now has faith in me.
I think we, my life and I,
Were meant to be.