The final poem of a trilogy honoring my beloved parents.
Two Becoming One
“…the two become one flesh.” Genesis 2:24
the Holy Three creating two out of one
mysterious
sacred
two becoming one
no longer two
but one
yet still two
the ways of the Holy dancing
man and woman
giving and taking
pushing and pulling
releasing and returning
the dance of life
Skirts swirling, shoes clicking, bodies pressing together
around and around and around
moving and swinging
heads bending in pleasure and glee
laughter and delight
bliss and joy
giggles, games, grandchildren
sunday dinners, diamond lake hammocks
lefsa, lutefisk, snowmobiles, snowman
ice chests, camp kitchens, brown station wagons
church doors, pews, hymnals
around and around and around
a snap of the wrist
an angry stomp
a missed step …
a stumble
a fall
broken bruised bleeding
together rising
hands clasping
steps slowing
echoes of grief and disappointment and loss
around and around and around
two becoming one
skirts swirling, shoes clicking, bodies pressing together
no longer two
but one
yet still two
mysterious
sacred
discovering
exploring
risking
waltzing
across oceans, grasses lands, mountains, and wastelands
through airports, mud huts, desert dust
two becoming one
no longer two
but one
yet still two
mysterious
sacred
60 years
limbs hanging with age and fruit
love and beauty
grace and presence
swirling
dancing in our midst
two …. three … one