|In the arborestum. Noting a flower up above.|
She walked along the
While I took a meandering path
Through thickets and
Of reflected dusk
and dying days
Comfort of familiar ways,
Memories and the
years of my life.
Where, Lord, should we meet,
This effervescent wife and I?
Her steps incline toward the light of
Cheerful lays and flowered paths—
I often see the underlying pebbles and snakes
And ponder them searching to know
If meaning lies therein too.
How will we walk hand in hand
Toward the spire end of our life together
|In the Arboretum, checking out a salamander.|
When one of us will
Soar alone toward You,
Sent off with teared farewell
And “Godspeed your journey”?
Perhaps the mystery of God in Three
Can best explain this path to me
Of walking one-stepped in
Different boots with concurrent missions
To accomplish the Finality that coalesces in
One glorious, hopeful Goal.
What is this Godly communion like?
Do each of You (and I speak as a man)
Exist in Uniqueness and Experience,
Yet knotted in perfect three-Love clasp?
Oh Divine Mystery! Let it be!
Help me to walk sure-footed in Your grace
While I keep a stretched-out,
Firm grasp on hand so small
With heart so big
Across the canyon of
Who we are and what Your breath
Inspired us to be.
Feb. 12, 2007, © 2007 Nancy Gerst
Written from the perspective of my dear husband. This poem acknowledges the difference in our temperaments and offers a prayer that these two will truly become one, not because they are identical but because God brought them together.
From my collection of "Poems for Larry." Shared here on the occasion of our wedding anniversary.