in 40 years of marriage
the only interpersonal
potentially break-up time
happened when one day
after our morning run
(our usual route to mallot’s pharmacy
up around the golf course)
when i
announced
“i think God is calling me”
to which you replied
“don’t pickup the phone!”
it’s not that weren’t
spiritual
(as they say)
it’s just that weren’t
religious
not church-goers
sundays were for
coffee and morning
buns in bed
new york times
sunday edition
we talked about
my retirement
her work
and (shudder)
seminary
but I was worriedI
scared
would she leave me?
our decade
together?
so I did it
yes, I denied God
if I couldn’t have
both God and her
i choose her
but you
in your wisdom
so loving
understanding
said
“okay, you have to
say yes
but don’t expect me
to teach Sunday school
or pour coffee at the
women’s parish lunch!”
i promised
i would not ask this
we then took a cross-country
train
a discernment weekend in
rochester new york
i vividly remember
an exercise that weekend
you wrote
“support” on my
back
and so who
found our first parish?
who taught sunday school
for 20 years?
who organized the women’s
lunch and lots of other
church stuff?
you
you loved me so
you even came to love
God too.
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