Friday, August 30, 2024

Our First, now forty



I’m 




First, now forty

Our first- still recall the day- the birth

/ the joy

The memory book

Our first hike 

Holding /carefully- unknowing how to raise

Learning the ropes -we were harder at times- we learn, and we love

A strength for sure

Our first Christmas - gifts piled high

Our sole attention a few years

Graduation, graduation, marrying /commission, 

Blessings



Mountain after mountain he climbs and descends / skiing time and time again

Day after day, more beautiful than the first. 

Two score now/

So grateful for this quadragenarian life

And the life that he intertwined with /and also they gave life to - 

Two gifts that warm the heart and blossom into life



Grace and love and extravagance now spread upon his siblings from the experience he’s gained 

“Blanket the earth from one end 

to the other”

Career, challenging, and grand in its effort

Through two wars, we walked together 

Stars and Stripes forever to us now

Cherished messages in his life -grateful 


You’ve called us to witness others’ lives- and we do

But today is your day

We witness you

A sage, a scholar, a brother

Today you will take the path covered in green

Vibrant and alive / leader, husband, father

It’s never been about the well-worn path 

Because you always made your way in the most beautiful or bleak places

Graciously you screen the 40th birthday wishes dinned into the ear 


May your days “grow long like evening shadows”

Enjoy this fleeting life under the sun

Let joy carry you through the toil and days 

And this “mystery called life”

I can barely grasp the love of the True God for you son, 

And the offering of thanksgiving, your life

 -our lives together 



OurFirst now forty, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this poem-  Our First, now forty is a poem about our firstborn Matthew and as I reflect on his life as he now turns forty. I asked Jayne (his mom) what was something that was good to share about Matthew and she said " everything!". So, we are grateful.- Joe Holuta

























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