In Honor of Three Beautiful Years

Ok, so I'm five days early with this; but in honor of our third anniversary I'd like to post a couple of poems by my favorite poet:

For My One True Love

How I miss you...

Yet is it possible that I should miss you, when as yet I know not who you are?

Visions, allusions, arise as phantoms in my head

Every day, every hour, as I long for you.

Yes, my dear, my love, I long for you,

For your love, and for to know your face--

To know your self, more every hour,

To have you with me, my comfort my support.

Perhaps I know you; but how shall I tell?

The eyes inside me, which see the visions

That exist only in my imaginary world

Would put a face on you, and give you a name.

Thus you are that man, though I know you not

Except by acquaintance, by an exchange of names,

By a brief working knowledge, and by a dance.

I hunger for you, therefore--

But not for your love, so much yet.

I hunger to know your mind, to learn

What those things are which make you happy,

Which give you delight, which cause in you restlessness.

That which angers you, captures you, bores you;

Whether you daydream and of what.

So I long for you-- but, dear, not now for love,

But to know who you are, for that I long early.

While I still know you not in full,

I may make you, wrongfully, in that image,

In that mold, which I would imagine to desire.

I must surrender, acknowledge, forsake--

For I cannot bring it to pass.

By God's will alone will such come to pass--

In His hands is the turning of hearts,

Nor can I give such to Him, for He already has it.

Yet, I love you, dear. And my prayers do not cease,

For I long to know who you are,

and such, I trust, will be revealed by our Lord,

I must wait for His time, and unceasingly pray.

Rebekah Eyre
Early 2001

What's In My Heart

I don't really have words for you,

Nothing eloquent or poignant on my tongue.

But in my heart are thoughts for you,

So many rising melodies unsung.

The night wind whispers through the trees,

"The clouds are gone, the stars are out", you say

A fragrance rides the silent breeze

I long to spend such times with you one day.

These thoughts I must express some how--

The thoughts I have which all are just for you

At first, my heart was wary; now

This joyful wonder always shall be true:

God never gave a greater friend

Than that which He has given me in you

It's true that love, not time, shall mend

Each wound-- for in Christ's gracious love I grew--

I guess at last the time was right

For now you've sparked a love within my heart;

It grows deeper each day, each night,

That's what I wanted to tell you from the start.

Rebekah Eyre

August 2001

Yay!

You are Dennis the Repressed! A political activist
way ahead of your time. Everyone is always out
to get you...but you'll fight the dirty
no goods to the death!

Which Monty Python & the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?
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Stuff and things

So, this week was major catch-up at work and not much play; but I have the greatest mother-in-law in the universe and she is going to baby-sit for us so we can go on a date to see "Lemony Snicket's a series of unfortunate events" and eat at the Olive Garden :-)
We still have all our snow and it is -1 f as I type.
I was listening to the radio at work yesterday in Montana and happened upon SOS the Christian station down there, and Ravi Zacharias was speaking and it was very refreshing to hear someone so bold on that venue ( I have heard that he is an evidentualist, but if even so he always has something good to say).
We have a bookshelf in our living room! I have (some) of my books out!! I think that was the coolest thing that happened this week!!!

Me too

Which File Extension are You?

Stolen From Holly

1. Where did we meet?

2. Take a stab at my middle name:

3. How long have you known me?

4. What was your first impression of me?

5. What color are my eyes?

6. Do I have any siblings?

7. What's one of my favorite things to do?

8. What was one of the first things I said to you?

9. Name one of my favorite musical groups?

10. What do you consider my best feature/trait?

11. Am I shy or outgoing?

12. Am I a rebel or a rule-follower?

13. Do you have a favorite memory of me?

14. Would you consider me a friend?

15. What would be a good nickname for me?

16. If we were stranded on a desert island, what one thing do you think I'd bring?

Theology set in stone

For those who don't read Tim Enloe's blog, here is a quote I shared with him from a book I'm reading:
In Damascus the [Muslims] built a mosque that was a veritable wonder. An Arab traveler has described it as it was at this time.
Nowhere else is such magnificence. Its outer walls are of squared stones, and crowning the walls are splendid battlements. The columns supporting the roof of the mosque consist of black polished pillars in a triple row. In the center of the building is a great dome. Round the court are lofty colonnades above which stand arched windows, and the whole area is paved with white marble. For twice the height of a man the inner walls of the mosque are faced with variegated marbles, and above this, even to the ceiling, are mosaics of various colors and gold, showing figures of trees and towns and beautiful inscriptions, all most exquisitely worked. The capitals of the columns around the court are all of white marble, while the walls that enclose it are adorned in mosaics.
Both within the mihrab and around it are set cut agates and turquoises of the size of the finest stones that are used in rings. On the summit of the dome of the mosque is an orange and above it a pomegranate, both in gold. Before each of the four gates is a place for ablution, of marble, wherein is running water and fountains which flow into great marble basins....The Kalif al Walid spent thereupon the revenues of Syria for seven years, as well as eighteen shiploads of gold and silver.
But within the mosque over a sealed entrance that had been the door of the great Roman basilica upon the foundations of which the mosque had been built, remained an inscription worn by time--"Thy kingdom, O Christ, is an everlasting kingdom, and thy dominion endureth through all generations." [Harold Lamb, The Flame of Islam (Garden City, NY: Doubleday and Co., Inc., 1953), pg. 9]