Beautiful Amen

(Requested post; not original idea; a promised try ;)

The smokey diner is quiet tonight, and from our one-legged table
I admire a simple man taking a seat across from his sweetheart-
like a king
before his queen. His life, shown through his once vivacious eyes
and crippled walk,
has been long lived and carried thus far to where he still eats dinner here
with his wife,
and I wonder if she is all he has left...

He smiles and winks
one eye her way, only those at the gate of heaven are privileged enough
to know what for,
removing his fraying coat of worn tweed,
while she gracefully unfolds her napkin to her lap
and adjusts the brim of her tortoiseshell glasses.
The crown
she wears now is well earned-
made up of perfect silver hair still meshing into curls atop her head, and though
her beauty could have once been found
in chocolate colored eyes and
sunny locks,
loveliness beams from every part of her-
beauty born of time and
greater desire.
And I wonder if she has ever loved the Lord...

She catches still the eye of her gentle love, who reaches
for her feeble hands across the table. They bow their heads together
in a whispered prayer, as surely they have done so many times before this evening,
while a hush falls
over the noise of the world if only for a moment, and
they bless His name unashamed- forever in love with each other...
eternally in love with Him.
To the Lord who has prospered this unfading love, grant me
weary hands to reach for,
hold,
pray with one day, and
the next...
and always.