• penultimate

    by  • April 20, 2016 • hope, love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments

    penultimate

    it was the night before
    though I suppose I could
    say it was the last night
    but that is not how I’ve
    ever thought of it

    nothing was ending
    everything was beginning

    we gathered everyone
    we could think of in the
    fellowship hall to tell
    stories eat barbecue
    and mark the moment

    nothing was ending
    everything was beginning

    the guys gathered to share
    communion afterwards
    as many groomsmen as
    Jesus had disciples
    and then I tried to sleep

    nothing was ending
    everything was beginning

    more than a quarter of
    a century ago
    we are sharing some wine
    planning for tomorrow
    and I’m ready for sleep

    nothing was ending
    everything was beginning . . .

    Peace,
    Milton

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    4 Responses to penultimate

    1. kennywood
      April 20, 2016 at 11:35 pm

      you and that Angel from Birmingham!

    2. Jeff (no, the other one)
      April 21, 2016 at 7:32 am

      “I’m going to find myself a girl
      Who can show me what laughter means

      And when the morning light comes streaming in
      We’ll get up and do it again, amen”
      — Jackson Browne

      See, I like this old song, but you’re offering a positive, happy but wistful memory (without any cynical edge). Thanks for this, brother.

    3. April 21, 2016 at 12:32 pm

      You inspire me.

    4. Nancy
      April 27, 2016 at 3:20 pm

      Congratulations! Yes, it was a beginning for me also, just five years.

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