In Celebration of Our Golden Year
Upon this peak we see the road behind,
A winding track to distant lands now dim.
Our past is more than memory can find.
We’ve groped through shadowed gorges rough and grim,
And strolled along the byways of delight.
But whether down we’ve gone on danger’s slope,
Or pondered well a forking left and right,
Or climbed a pinnacle of sunny hope,
We’ve never been apart. We’ve crossed the miles
With hand in hand, as mates and pilgrim friends,
Who celebrated love with tears and smiles.
And so we’ll walk until our journey ends,
At last to stand together, man and wife,
Upon the threshold of unending life.
December 12, 2013