This is Linda’s
song.
It’s the music of
my life.
It’s the theme of
the orchestra in my mind.
Her song creates
the harmonies in my heart.
Before her, the
music of my life was just noise, a chaotic tune-up;
Instruments in full
voice, but acting on their own.
No theme, no
purpose, no direction…confusion.
Bits of melody made
sense here and there, but still separate.
Parents, friends,
school, church, sports, home;
All chimed inside
my young heart with their own distinct sounds;
Sometimes muddy and
unclear, sometimes coming together sweetly,
But somehow
incomplete and unresolved.
There was music of
all kinds everywhere,
I listened closely,
searching.
No sound seemed to
be for me alone.
Where was the
harmony I longed for?
Then, I noticed Linda
there, quietly set apart from it all.
She was someone
special. How? Why?
Maybe, she held the
secret.
She said “yes” to
our first date.
Then she kissed
me. Once.
Silence.
The chaos and
confusion fell away.
The pure quiet told
my heart a new song was about to begin.
A perfect moment of
expectation,
The silence just before
the first note of a new symphony…
Linda’s song.
Then it began…
simple, clear, beautiful.
Intoxicating,
perfect harmony in my mind and soul.
Quiet and tender,
yet pounding in my veins.
What is this new
sound? How can this be true!
The music of my
life now made sense,
All the separate
parts woven together
Into a surging
melody of purpose.
Her song erased the
fear of an unknown future.
This is what it
feels like to be a man,
A man in love, a
man complete.
A man with a reason
to live,
A man with a song
in his heart.
But not only in my heart, a song that became my heart.
This was a new composition,
being written over time;
Ever growing, ever
changing with a beauty and strength beyond both of us.
Resounding through
time and echoing through every part of me.
In time I learned how
to listen to her song,
To hear the subtle,
delicate layers.
To listen from very
close,
To listen from
afar.
I’ve heard it in
her laughter.
I‘ve heard it in
her tears.
I can hear it
today,
I can hear it
through the years.
It’s as playful and
mischievous as a ØΔ∏ on Gentle Thursday,
It has the smell of
LC campus in the spring,
Tastes sweet as a
grilled honey bun,
A vision in white
and yellow gingham.
Sometimes it is as
soft
As the moonlight on
her skin,
Sometimes as
powerful
As the wind over
the Cliffs of Moher.
More serene than an
Enya song
Drifting through a Carmel shop,
More dramatic than the
curtain coming up
On Broadway’s 42nd
Street.
Linda’s song has
the power
To render time
impotent, irrelevant.
She thrills me
today as if
Our honeymoon was
yesterday.
It has the strength
to Defy the Gravity of discouragement,
And give our dreams
the Courage to fly.
Brains enough to
contain the wisdom and
Heart enough to
express the love
That defines our Home today.
Her children dance
to the music,
Its beauty radiates
from their eyes.
Two daughters who
sing with voices of their own
Rising with new
harmonies,
Reflecting the
melody of Linda’s song.
Her eyes, her
smile,
Her touch, her
kiss:
These are the
instruments of her music,
But not the source.
Her song comes from
the depths of a beautiful soul:
Loving and caring, with
exquisite understanding
That senses every
emotion in those around her
And echoes back joy, encouragement, and compassion.
Her song is deep in
my heart.
I thank God for the
ears to hear it.
I thank God for a
life filled with the music of
Linda’s song.
