As corollary to some Big Bang Theory,
the expanding universe reaches limits
predisposed by the physics of the thing
and retreats ever towards a finite point.
What I’d enjoy is, after growing young
with you and giving back our children
one by one, we’d move so slowly
towards that delicate first kiss.
Then you’d be gone and I’d efface
through rediscovered youth, a new eternal time.
But then, after eons and geology,
you walk again into my life,
we kiss and marry, grow old together,
and watch the stars go one by one.
Mark A. Noll
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O. P. Kretzmann
Love and Marriage: A Wedding Sermon
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Martin E. Marty
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