Nervous vows,
promises to love,
all those years ago
mumbled in the bluestone church
grew
rapidly . . . and sporadically,
fluently . . . and uneasily,
depending
on the season or mood,
circumstance or storm.
But since time has wandered
its unfathomable path,
the ties are strong,
the love stronger
and the understanding
solid – most times.
The children
came
and then went
on their own time bound journey.
But we,
we are still here,
warm in our history
of gathered affection.
Travels from Ur 
And God
He watches on ..
and smiles
and protects
and provides
and knows the beginning to the end.
And we
children of His
realise it more and more
as time goes on ..
or should
because some are slower than others!!
Thanks Pieter and Hetty for your example over many years.
Bob
Thanks Bob. Even with the backhander!
I love your ending and so does Hetty!
No backhander intended in your direction … more a personal observation about moi.
But, if you see yourself there, so be it my friend!!
I don’t think any of us are too different really.