Sonnet Written on Our 41st Wedding Anniversary
December 21, 2009
In echoes of Capernaum the Lord
Inquired of me, his happy friend, and said,
“Will you, like these five thousand, take my bread
And leave?” But I replied, “Who can afford
To lift his little hand and wield the sword
Of pride, and sever now the hand that fed
Us with his love? No. No. I would be dead
If I should leave, and you be unadored.
I may as well in this exquisite night
Of pleasures—night to mark our wedding day—
Set out to find a harlot before light
To supplement my ecstasies for pay!
No. No. You only have the words of life
Nor will I dream of any other wife.”
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