To the End of the Lane
How far will you go with me, my Love?
To the stile or the bridge or the great oak tree?
The lane is a lonely and fearsome place
And there's no one journeying there but me.
She smiled at the stile with a sweet disdain,
She scoffed at the bridge and the great oak tree
And looked me full in the eyes and said,
"I will go to the end of the way with thee."
Then I loved her anew, with a strange fierce love,
As high as the stars and as deep as the sea.
She would share my heaven and share my woe;
She would go to the end of the Lane with me.
I got this poem from Steve Hawley's site. You can read the story of this poem and the testament it pays to the marriage of his parents here: http://stevehawley.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-love-that-will-not-let-me-go.html
Marriage is a lot like walking down a lane we have never been on before ... do we know where it will lead? Do we know of the dangers ahead? The beautiful views? The joys and disappoinments we will experience in life and in each other? No.
But we still travel the lane together.
If your marriage is struggling, if you are limping down the lane right now, keep walking. After the trial you may be able to say in the spirit of this poem, "Then I loved her (or him) anew, with a strange fierce love." There is always the possibility and hope that the next curve in the lane will open up to something fresh and beautiful.