Marriage Moats-Come to the Quiet

Published: Fri, 11/23/18

Come to the Quiet Caring for Marriage
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                                                                                                                         Photo by Jenny Stein
(written in 1995)

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 my baby 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.
 
Love, 
Lori