dialect

we fought about the car

and we fought about the van

we fought about money that we didn't have

we fought about time wasted

and tasks that should have gotten done

we fought about music

and worship

and opportunities passed up

we fought about sex

we fought about feelings

and we fought about sex again

and you felt rejected

and I did not feel close enough to let you in

The distance between us grew

and I missed you

but I didn't want to let go of my anger

so we just kept fighting

we fought about crumbs in the bed

and getting home in time 

because people were coming

and I just wanted to take a nap

It all was really rather ridiculous

we both hate to be at war

we are lovers after all

and I knew Jesus asked us not to treat each other this way

and he has given us a rare gift in learning

the language of each other,

a dialect of tenderness, gentleness, and a playful spirit

not many know it,

but we speak it fluently, at least we're supposed to, if we wish to communicate.

So the night fell

and darkness blanketed everything

and the babes were fast asleep and

all that was left was you and me

I offered my leg 

as a peace offering, 

heck, I offered my whole body

rolled on top 

of yours as a big ol' truce

and your delight and forgiveness in me

awakened joy in my spirit

and the language forgotten

was remembered and words of honeycomb

and i'm sorry's passed our lips

until there was nothing left to say

only do.

and do we did.