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There's not a lot to say about this poem. It's a very simple poem, written during a very simple time in my life. I was maybe eighteen, only recently married and very much in love. I think I saw life and love, during those simple years, as a road. And this poem represented the destination of that road, the place where love and faith would take me if I only continued the journey I had started.

I no longer see Life as a simple road, straight and narrow, but rather as a twisting series of decisions we either make or fail to make. And this poem no longer represents a destination signaling the end of our journey. The destination, instead, has become the vehicle in which we travel. Or, if you prefer, the environment we are travelling through.

My views have changed in thirty years. But the sentiments embodied in these words haven't. I still, at times, wish...

Recipe For Life

A small white house
In a quiet town;
A talk with the pastor
When he comes around;
Kids -- lots of kids --
Running in and out;
Teaching those kids
What life's about;
A garden in back
With a winding path;
Saturday night --
The kids' bath;
Maybe a dog,
A cat or bird;
The Family Bible
With the Good Lord's word;
And with these things,
All heaven sent,
My life will be full.
I'll be content.
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2 Visitor Comments

I love the simplicity of life felt in this poem. Just a weekly routine. We bath our kids (5) every Saturday evening so they are ready for church on Sunday. Very calming. Gives a sense of peace in a crazy and busy world. A world that doesn't take a day to rest like it used too on Sunday. This poem seems to be reflecting the way life used to be many, many , years ago.
i love this poem so much i have to read it to a special friend.

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