The Captain and the Sceat

 

Captain Butterfly and his recent find. A shining Saxon Sceat. Further info is on this blogpost:

https://colinknight.blogspot.com/2025/03/saxon-sceat.html

When I think how old that coin is, it really underlines how short our lives are now. Generations of us, the children of Adam, have come and gone, returned to the dust of the ground, and yet that little coin is still here.

Which brings me to this poem that Wendy Cope wrote about her husband. I can't say it better, so here it is:

“To My Husband,” Wendy Cope

If we were never going to die, I might 

Not hug you quite as often or as tight,

Or say goodbye to you as carefully

If I were certain you’d come back to me. 

Perhaps I wouldn’t value every day, 

Every act of kindness every laugh

As much, if I knew you and I could stay

For ever as each other’s other half. 

We may not have too many years before 

One disappears to the eternal yonder 

And I can’t hug or touch you any more. 

Yes, of course that knowledge makes us fonder.

Would I want to change things, if I could,

And make us both immortal? Love, I would.

https://www.tumblr.com/allyourprettywords/123380943623/to-my-husband-wendy-cope


Yes. We never want to lose the people we love. It is not a loss our Creator ever intended for us.  He has put eternity into our minds.

And it is our Creator, Jehovah, who can and will give us life forever, in the restored earthly paradise... and I so much hope we will "inherit the earth", and never have to wonder if and when that final separation is coming up.

And how will it be to have loved someone for hundreds of years, thousands, millions? Love is infinite, it is the force that created and sustains the universe. Our Creator Jehovah IS love.

And maybe the Captain and I - IF we are there - will have many more long-running jokes as well - which is a side of marriage I never thought about when I was young.