Written for my wife Dottie the day AFTER Valentines Day 2010)
When God wrote His book without even a look.
Great joy filled His heart, as He dreamed up our part.
With amazing foresight, and even knowing our plight,
He sent down great gifts, and a few major rifts.
The story goes on, as a hero was found.
Christ was His name, removing our shame.
Small books we were given, to write what we’re livin'.
Each day a new page, filled with gifts great and small.
Some a real tragedy, a few filled with rage.
Thankful for comedy, it’s such a good remedy.
The privilege He gave, To pen our own book.
Created as Him, with a free will and power to invent.
With our books in our hands, the story did change.
Our two little books now merged into one.
More beauty was added with scoopfuls of fun.
Just enough tragedy, but never too much.
Our two little books are now merged into one.
Two books become one and they're never alone.
Two heroes well armed, with colors and words.
Two authors so different, you might never see, how they would ever agree.
If all does agree, the story does flee.
Life becomes stale, and you stop getting the mail.
If all does agree and the problems do flee,
the book is a bore and we all start to snore.
We write our little book, without even a look.
Joy fills our hearts as we dream up our parts.
With absolutely no foresight, and very little might,
we love without reason, through every stormy season.
We Wrote the Book
-Mike Matheson
The “day after” Valentines day 2010
