# Dorothée in Time

Lincoln Cannon shares a lyrical reflection on meeting his wife Dorothée as a missionary in Aix, France—a story of unexpected love, marriage, and time.

> Once in time, a mission girl and I met on the streets of Aix.
> We couldn’t dance. We couldn’t touch, or talk as anyone expects.
> But even a philosopher like me saw heaven in her eyes.
> So, eventually, I asked. We married fast. It wasn’t wise.

> When I hold her hand and wonder, I don’t have to look too far.
> However we began, whether word divine or dust of star,
> Whatever we become, whether dust again or mind sublime,
> All eternity can be for me with Dorothée in time.

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> Time again, a mother held her growing womb with tender hands,
> The same that pulled me close as people buried Dad in timeless sands.
> Like gravity that tethered me above the gazing dark abyss,
> Our boys and she were solid ground, a world of purpose in each kiss.

> When I hold her hand and wonder, I don’t have to look too far.
> However we began, whether word divine or dust of star,
> Whatever we become, whether dust again or mind sublime,
> All eternity can be for me with Dorothée in time.

> Boys to men, she nurtured them. We taught them. Each became our friend.
> They stood with me, we prayed with her, as Mamie’s time came to an end.
> But stronger than the mountains that she climbed until her tears were gone,
> She rose beyond the shadow, just a prelude to a brighter dawn.

> When I hold her hand and wonder, I don’t have to look too far.
> However we began, whether word divine or dust of star,
> Whatever we become, whether dust again or mind sublime,
> All eternity can be for me with Dorothée in time.

> When I hold her hand and wonder, I don’t have to look too far.
> However we began, whether word divine or dust of star,
> Whatever we become, whether dust again or mind sublime,
> All eternity can be for me with Dorothée in time.

Syndicated from [Lincoln Cannon](https://lincoln.metacannon.net/2024/05/dorothee-in-time.html).