A Decade

 

Two souls made of skin

Lie in the moonlight.

Ring-fingered lovers,

Redeemed by their Creator.

Learning how to be servants.

Learning lessons through pain.

Learning the meaning of holy.

Learning how little they know.

They put this day behind them,

Lay it in a grave with 10 years worth of others.

A grave full of mostly mistakes

But sprinkled with laughter.

Bound by equally stubborn hearts,

They yearn for the servant they desire in the other

To be found in themselves.

And the Creator numbers the hairs on their heads.

And continues to make two become one.

 

 

Comments

  1. Yes. Thank you for sharing this!
    Betherann recently posted..Art in ProgressMy Profile

  2. I love the line about continuing to make two one. I love how marriage gets more fabulous every year, how either we’re becoming more alike or discovering we are more alike than we ever knew.

  3. I feel the same way about my writing and I don’t post much, although I feel like I need to sometimes. This was lovely You should post away! :)
    Bonnie recently posted..ThankfulMy Profile

    • Why are we so self-conscious about being poetic? I write all the time, you’d think it wouldn’t be a big deal. But there’s something so exposed about it, am I right?

  4. Nice–glad you shared it.
    seekingpastor recently posted..Caption Contest Monday: Coach MattMy Profile

    • Thanks. *bashful smile*

      And now I have to apologize for never reading your poems. I’m a terrible blogger. Forgive me?

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