Friday, July 8, 2011

A Poem for Lucas and Rebecca

A few weeks ago, two of my favorite people, Lucas Wright and Rebecca Hopkins, got married. I was one of Lucas's groomsmen, and his mom asked each member of the wedding party to use our unique talents and gifts to prepare a blessing for the couple at the rehearsal dinner. Although 40 MPH winds tried their best to tear apart a lovely dinner, the weather calmed down long enough for us to enjoy a sweet time of sharing.

I chose to write a poem for the couple, and I had the idea to use music as a metaphor for their marriage. Lucas is a very talented musician, and living with him for two years gave me countless opportunities to hear him use his gifts for playing guitar and singing. Marriage also makes me think of the end of time (see Revelation 19), when all will be made right and we will celebrate Jesus, so I tried to incorporate the music of worship in heaven into my poem as well.

Here, then, is the (slightly polished) poem that I wrote for my friends:

When a husband takes a wife, they sing the world a song.
For some, the discord of conflict makes every note sound wrong.
But others who persist with love can sing in perfect key;
The sweetness of their union mutes the world's cacophony.

On the day you say, "I do," you start with staff and clef;
You write a melody in all the memories you've left.
Laughter will be your eighth notes; dancing, your do-re-mi,
And even when you cry together, you'll still find middle "C."

If life knocks you out of tune and notes feel out of place,
Speak only words that heal, with arpeggios of grace.
And when your joy crescendos into soaring heights above,
May your undergirding rhythms be the pulse of selfless love.

One day when all is said and done and the end is close at hand,
We'll all be reunited at the wedding of the Lamb.
That white-robed choir of saints will worship with knees on the floor,
But we'll recognize their song as if we've heard it once before.

For if the song you sing the world is a tune of joy and light,
It's a song of praise to God above, an ancient hymn of life.
As you join with those who went before and each one still to come,
You add your voice to that great choir—an eternal song of love.

1 comments:

lori said...

That was a beautiful poem. Your friends are blessed to have such a friend as you.