The Last Thing I Expected

Long months of

Plowing bitter hearts—

Yours and mine

—preparing us both for

Tiny seeds of

Forgiveness and

Reconciliation

I planted in hope

But I waited

Without expectation,

Never fully believing

That you and I

Would survive

The winter

And then we did

As the smallest

Sprouts of life

Push up through the soil

I am at once both

Utterly exhausted and

Immeasurably grateful


~April 2010~