When we with the new sun
blazed out in the bright world
and returned as the days sighed
their endings, I cannot say our
married lives, still in their
green and vertical velocity,
at first bore the watermark
of inseparability. Two plants
in one garden; it always
starts that way.
We spoke in the metaphors
of marriage; we honored our
bond, but filed it among
the days’ lists and demands—
You were you and I was I;
we poured and emptied
ourselves into other lives,
earnest professions, consuming hours,
moments flowing to years, indulging
love’s needs when labor released us
to the peace of weekends holidays
nightfall and dawn,
the feeding times of love, tending
the sacraments of presence
and touch, the tasks and blessings
of transmuting twoness: words
spoken and heard becoming
one story, our roots so strongly
interlaced, one day we noticed how
we bloomed each other’s flowers.
Our seedlings rose: created,
rescued, and saving graces;
love’s unexpected physics revealing
its expansion into every beloved form;
cherished life grows life. Dogs, cats, winged
visitors and their trees, our wildlife children,
our happy bounty, our holy flowing progeny.
The season of shadowed
years and rounded pain arrived;
we two midwives, easing
and failing to ease
our fathers’ farewells,
our mothers’ goodbyes,
ushering their flights into spirit—
our love became respite,
harbor, scaffold: we could
have fallen deeply darkly apart
had our entwined souls
not safely caught and held
our hearts. Loss may feed
or kill a garden. We leaned
to the light and became
new again, green and growing.
And now these days of dappled
blossoms everywhere; I cannot
turn but meet our love, the life
that we have grown, the dazzling
joy our time-tumbling years now yield
as daily harvest. How long ago
did I become we, did self dissolve,
supplanted by this flowering us?
I know the way of gardens,
how they ever-change; life rises,
life descends. There will be a day
when one will wake alone, seeking
the known embrace, chilled roots
reaching for roots not there. Turn
then to the light we become,
the music of the world that sings
how love can make one of two: within,
without, budding here and blooming beyond,
in mystery and promise, forever married.
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Happy Valentine’s Day! Life-giving and love-sharing relationships to all.
6 thoughts on “Marriage”
Thankyou Kitty. Beautiful words to pass onto my beloved today. Bless you.
Thank you, Joy. A very happy Valentine’s Day to you and your beloved!
That is absolutely beautiful and brilliant. Love and hugs to all.xxxx
Thank you, dear one! I hope your Valentine’s Day will be full of love and wonderful surprises. Sending extra hugs. XO
Thank you, entering into and recognizing those “entertwined years” – what a blessing! 🙂 🙂
Oh, my goodness, yes! A profound blessing, Judy. Deep joy to you and your beloved this Valentine’s Day!