A rainy day in June, I am almost born, and you are watching an old movie, “Midnight Cowboy”. The film characters all look so young, even though they have all grown old by now. I never really felt young, so perhaps that is why I do not feel old now, even though I was young when the movie first came out.
I saw it at a theater, but now the theater has come to our home, so there is no need to sit in the dark with strangers, I am strange enough to fill our living room, to occupy my own darkness. The miracle is, I am here with you, and you are so kind, you indulge my eccentricities, you show me all the birds and how to appreciate their little songs.
You are that old soul within a young soul, and you are not any age that I can measure, because you reveal to me what is truly timeless — this moment with you that never had a beginning, and so will never end, and even if we change into bodies for a lifetime or many lifetimes, what we share between us will always be true, it must be, it will be, forever and ever. Amen.