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Making Love


08.19.10 Posted in today's words by

Darryl Willis is the Director of Eastern European Mission Youth Camp Program (Ukraine), a trainer and curriculum writer, and a minister. He volunteers with a Critical Incident Stress debriefing team in Dallas TX. Darryl also writes poetry, which you can read more of at his blog. This poem describes a certain kind of ministry, but I will let it speak for itself.

Making Love
By Darryl Willis

Small hands pushing buttons too large
through holes too small. The fragile fingers
could not manipulate and perform
a task of such dexterity.
And your hands, ten years older
should have been more frail; and yet
stronger, firmer as you dressed her.
What are these smells that fill the houses
of the old: the musty scent of
memories lost, the painful regret
of loosened love let go, or
the tenacity of a promise kept?
Fifty years together you lived;
weathered the storms, battled the other,
and somehow survived it all.
Now I watch you gently kiss
this familiar stranger good night;
a smile and then one final caress.




7 Responses to “Making Love”

  1. This is touching. Only someone that has gone through this would truly understand.

  2. Jessie Carty says:

    Love loosened love let go!

  3. Sarah says:

    Beautiful, moving poem

  4. bobbie troy says:

    yes, very touching indeed.

  5. Darryl Tippens says:

    A lovely, sensitive, thoughtful work. I found the ending, with the oxymoronic “familiar stranger,” particularly moving.

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