The Fourth of July

Fifteen years ago, we spent the 4th
With our friend Little Lindsey.
We watched fireworks,
Went for a run at midnight,
Sat up talking until 3 in the morning.

An hour later we got up to bring her
To the airport. As we drove away from DIA,
I said, “Thank you, Phil. I’m sure you had
Something better to do on your day off.”

“Better than serve someone
In the name of Christ? I don’t think so!”

Love entered where there had been
Only interest and affection ten seconds before.

Fourteen years ago, we spent the 4th
With my siblings, in our new house,
Days after we returned
From our honeymoon.

I commemorate the 4th, but it’s about me
And you and serving our God
Together.