by Bryant Burroughs
I am the ring of love’s first days, a golden pledge of love and help throughout life’s ways, though they could see only the edge of the path. Their love was ablaze as brightly as the radiant stone that burnished her finger and captured their gaze, as a glittering flower of love’s seeds they’d sown. “I rejoice and sing that she would ask to wear me until the end of days as her engagement ring.” I am the ring of December, a golden vow whose permanence helps them remember, in years coming after this longed-for Now, they are to be faithful and hopeful as bride and groom, now husband and wife – miraculous words! – love having opened wide the fortune of a helper and companion and guide for life. “I rejoice and sing that she would ask to wear me until the end of days as her Wedding Ring.” I, too, am the ring of that December day, a golden band to make the heart visible, love’s display. On that day, with ring and hand they gave each other their consent to never again be alone. Instead, to be for each other a Christmas present and put the other’s help above their own. “I rejoice and sing that he would ask to wear me until the end of days as his Wedding Ring.”
Bryant Burroughs writes stories and poems as reminders of those things he hopes are real and true. He and his wife, Ruth, live in Upstate South Carolina with their three cats.