i stood trembling before a young man
we vowed words of love, promises, and hopes
how little we understood what a lifetime meant
we closed the pages of our childhood
do our lives look the way we expected?
would 20 year old Eli and Lindsay be surprised
at who 33 year old Eli and Lindsay have become?
would they be happy with what is?
things and people and places that were so important then
are now gone
replaced with things and people and places that are important
now
the old has died
the new is come
often we map out what we want our life will look like
but it hardly happens the way we plan
but we must lay down our maps and hopes
to pick up new ones
graduation weekend
the first time in 9 years that we don't have a party to attend
a celebration of life left for someone else to frequent
instead Eli flies to Kansas
to say goodbye
to grandparents
that have seen generations come and go
the grandfather that stood before us on our wedding day
to pronounce us "man and wife"
with something new
comes the loss of something else
a seed dies
to spring up in life
the fall of man
has brought on this loss
we cannot imagine a way with out the lapse
a list of pros without the cons
memorial day
we honor the memory of those who have died
to give us what we enjoy
death
for life
we forsake the past
to move into the present
but it cannot be without pain
The fall, the fall, oh God, the fall of man
The fruit is found in every eye and every hand
Nothing there is nothing yet in truest form
We walk like ghosts upon the earth
The ground it groans
How long, how long will you wait
How long, how long till you save us all, save us all
Turn your face to me
The light, the light
The morning light is gone
And all that's left is fragile breath in failing lungs
The night, the night
The guiding night has come
Uniting lover with his bride
More precious than the dawn
How long must we wait
Turn your face to me
--Gungor
The fruit is found in every eye and every hand
Nothing there is nothing yet in truest form
We walk like ghosts upon the earth
The ground it groans
How long, how long will you wait
How long, how long till you save us all, save us all
Turn your face to me
The light, the light
The morning light is gone
And all that's left is fragile breath in failing lungs
The night, the night
The guiding night has come
Uniting lover with his bride
More precious than the dawn
How long must we wait
Turn your face to me
--Gungor
Beautiful Lindsay, just like you.
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