You, Dearest Love, aren’t just a man-
You are an oak, rustic, yet grand.
You are the glue that holds our stars
Within their realm, shining afar.
You are the dew that drops upon
Our chickadees who sing at dawn.
You are the light that cascades through
The darkest shadows when I’m blue.
You are the one at end of day,
Whose hand I hold, with whom I pray.
You honor God and family;
Often, you’ve set aside your needs.
You’ve filled my cup year after year;
You’ve made me laugh, and dried my tears.
Eternity’s not long enough
To thank you, and proclaim my love.
by BG Jenkins