Marriage Moats-Come to the Quiet
Published: Sun, 10/03/10
| Marriage Moats | Caring for Marriage |
 There are a number of people that I communicate with on a regular basis. A few
I call on the phone, but rarely see. Several I write to every week but don't
talk to much. Others I smile and wave to when we pass shuttling kids to school
or in the grocery store. With many there is never a lapse in the laughter and
conversation when we are together. With Zachary it is different. He entered my life a year and a half ago, but for the first nine months we never saw each other. We didn't even know each other's
names. In all the time I've known him, he has never called me on the phone,
sent me a letter, waved or spoken a recognizable word to me. And yet the impact
on my life has been profound.
He has influenced where I go, what I do,
what I wear and how I feel. And while he has never asked how I am or what I've
been doing, our communication has been undeniable and constant. Not having the
more conventional avenue of dialogue at our disposal we have both discovered
other means of connection. Sometimes he just looks at me for long luxurious
minutes, as if memorizing my face. Other days he reaches his little starfish
hand to touch my cheek, or coos at me like the mourning dove outside my window.
Yet somehow, in these quiet ways, he has managed to express the really crucial
messages, the ones that a thousand years from now will still shine untarnished.
They stand like quiet mountains, at whose feet all the endless prattle and
chatter are lost on the wind.
How similar to Someone else in my life that I haven't seen in years. Although
in all the time I've known Him He's never called me on the phone, sent me a letter,
waved or spoken a recognizable word to me, the impact on my life had been
profound. He has influenced where I go, what I do, what I wear and how I feel.
And while He has never asked how I am or what I've been doing our communication
has been undeniable and constant. Not having the more conventional avenue of
dialogue at our disposal we have both discovered other means of connection.
Sometimes I feel Him in the sunshine looking at me as if memorizing my face.
Other days He leaves a little starfish on the sand for me to reach down and
touch, or sends a mourning dove to coo outside my window.
Yet somehow in these quiet ways He has managed to express the really crucial
messages, the ones that a thousand years from now will still shine untarnished.
They stand like quiet mountains at whose feet all the endless prattle and
chatter are lost on the wind.
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