This Day, a New Year Marks

This day, a new year marks and also brings afresh sweet memories of vows exchanged one shy of thirty years ago, of rings in token and in pledge, a day arranged by God, ere we were knitted in the womb. Why He joined us, and through His providence, did graft us to his vine, our love to bloom, is known to Him alone. Its consequence yet hidden from our eyes, but what a wealth  have we, thus joined, shared on this wending way in joy, in sorrow, sickness, and in health! In confidence, with surety, I say:  yet were I able all this to foresee,  a thousand times again, would I choose thee. ------------ A sonnet I wrote for Frances for our anniversary a few years back, found rummaging old computer files... We're coming up on 37 years in January