For Kim, on Our Anniversary

First date, Arby’s

On the way to church

On a Tuesday night.

A revival. 

Laughter over curly fries,

A short drive to a clapboard church

Singing “Love Lifted Me”

In an old wooden pew

Somewhere close to Paris.

Tennessee, not France.

I don’t remember the exact text 

Or the sermon,

But do recall 

Catching your eye

And the sly smile

Amid the alleluias and amens,

A deeper grace.

When all else is gone,

These remain:




And the greatest of these

Smiles at me from the third row,