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In Honor of Our Two and a Half Year Anniversary

07 Oct

“And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him - a threefold cord is not quickly broken" (Ecclesiastes 4:12).

Our Odds Are In Our Favor

Two and a half years ago today,

I pledged my life to you.

Back then, it was us – just you and me –

One life made out of two.

But now, it’s you plus me equals three.

There’s more than one proverb

About groups of people numbered so;

It is an odd number.

“Three’s company,” I have often heard.

It was more than a show.

To be the odd man or woman out

Is cold as Winter’s snow.

“There are three kinds of lies,” said Mark Twain:

Lies, damned lies, statistics.

Stats lead to misled conclusions or

Broad characteristics.

But let’s look purely at the numbers,

To see what may be found.

Forty percent of kids born to two,

Will soon find one around.

With such a broad conclusion stated

From those numbers gathered,

Now that Corban’s here, it might seem hard

To prevail enamored.

But pollsters may not account for things

That matter most of all,

Like, “was there true affection present?”

“Was it just sexual?”

What they also cannot see or feel

Is the true affection

Centered deep and fast within my core,

Fueling my heart’s passion.

When I’m outnumbered and wish to quit,

You’re the one God uses

To lift me up, to calm my spirit,

To count what the use is.

You’re the one my heart counts most treasured.

You’re the wife of my youth;

In you, my fountain is truly blessed,

And I’m taught of love’s truth.

I’m intoxicated by your love –

Always enchanted more.

To love you dear and to hold you close

Is my life’s blessed chore.

I don’t love you because I have to,

As if this chore’s to toil.

You are the greatest hobby I have;

Other interests you foil.

So, though some numbers may count us doomed,

I demand a recount.

Since we have gone from two- to threesome,

We shall surely surmount.

Though a man alone may be o’ercome,

And two will firm withstand,

A threefold cord is not soon broken

Within the Master’s hand.

I’ll always love and esteem you most

Even beyond our gift.

Corban, being sacrificed to God,

Can’t e’en cause a small rift.

I will count our company of three

As something to savor.

After carefully looking at our odds,

They are in our favor.

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Posted by on October 7, 2008 in Uncategorized

 

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