Without fanfare or glee
This year has passed quick
Like a low burning candle
With an infinite wick
A quiet celebration
Between just us three
No song is sung
There’s no need to be
Anything but grateful
For each morning and eve
The beauty of routine
Is the fabric we weave
Each stitch a brief moment
That holds us together
Whole cloth is much stronger
When toughened and weathered
The years that sneak by
Are not missed nor mislain
No time for upset
No room to complain
Just gentle compassion
A lingering embrace
In the course of a service
A caress of the face
The end, the beginning
The now is the key
Love is the answer
Until all are set free...