Stronger than Vows
She stands at the edge of the water.
Her dark hair blows in the wind.
The ceremonies are done and
now she is more than the woman you love.
She is your wife.
How is it that beauty grows
when nothing has changed except a day
and the exchange of vows?
How is it that you feel less alone,
part of something larger than two souls?
It is enough to renew your belief in God.
Birds sing above the beach. Seagulls.
Not music, but music, counterpoint
to the rhythm of the waves.
You take her hand as the tide rises.
Let it come.
Together we are stronger than we deserve,
walking together on the beach.
This is what you remember,
more than music and ritual,
company or canapes, white dresses
and grey vests. All that is captured in pictures
and memories. The stuff of anniversaries
and smiles. You treasure them
almost, but not quite as much as this moment,
she and I on the beach, just us
and the wild blue horizon.
About this poem.
I am married less than a year now. Unexpected and unsearched for, she brings joy into my life I never expected again. At times, it brings me to tears. The good kind.
The picture was taken on our honeymoon.