Were our two paths destined to cross,
Or do we live now, a moment's held breath,
Brief prisoners of light and loss
And a universe born to perpetual death?
We follow each star in its ordered flight
As the tireless comet chases its tail
Down the long, dark tunnel of night
Where human voices cry and fail
In the vacuum to summon forth the hand
That hurled motion into Being. No sound
Pierces where the white galactic band
Around the cold finger of night is wound,
Two lovers locked in timeless embrace,
In marriage, yet hidden from the other's face.

But were our two lives intended to meet
Before that joyful implosion of time -
At the point where light and darkness greet -
Inflated its womb to issue lovers who rhyme
Words that spatter the heavens, people the earth,
And open the graves of all who died,
Knowing this union yearns toward birth,
Admitting no death unsanctified?
As galaxies spiral, so the strand of life
Winds its secret through prolific ages,
Wedding mind and matter like husband and wife,
And taunting its suitors, the lovelorn sages
Wooing Word of that moment when the world began,
And Creation labored to end in man.

Our two names were written as one
Before that first scorching breath exhaled
One spark blown to a million suns,
Before that flame, and we from sin, paled
To cooler, darker stuff. Now by a dimmer flame
We see, for mind seeks Mind to bend
Its will; love rises, then falls to maim
One wounded by the many. We cannot mend
The heart of order - yet that which perfects
Us is come, we, who knelt to give our word:
Though false gods in lust abound, love selects
From the many, one. Had I not heard
Its promise in you, we'd have passed through
Time unknown,
The seven days' work undone, that first breath
Never blown.

With how many swords have I pierced your heart
To learn in shame that again we rise,
For, of your hurt, forgiveness is the greater part.
In love and death we close our eyes
To enter darkness in hope of life,
That our children might bear the names of saints
Who cross our paths where the cross is a knife
Still piercing the world's heart through,
Who still, with joy and the sons of morning, faint
So long as life's reborn, and I in you;
So long as we lie down once more face to face,
And Love - to the four winds stretched in endless embrace -
Closes eyes that open many to see
The One alone,
That I might see your were given to me,
My love - my one, my own.

And you wonder why you have groupies...
Posted by Terry email at October 31, 2003 10:07 AM

... would type something rhapsodic but, being overwhelmed by the sentiment and beauty, she fainted ...
Posted by smockmomma email at October 31, 2003 11:01 AM

Sweethearts.
Posted by William Luse email at November 1, 2003 02:22 AM

does she know how blessed she is?
Posted by alicia email at November 1, 2003 03:42 PM

It's the other way around, Alicia. But thank you for posing a question I'll never ask her.
Posted by William Luse email at November 1, 2003 04:24 PM

a happy marriage is one in which both spice think they got better'n they deserve.
(spice is plural for spouse -- at least, it should be!)
Posted by smockmomma email at November 2, 2003 01:48 AM

I have a feeling your spice did.
Posted by William Luse email at November 2, 2003 01:54 AM

What a marvelous thing to come back and see!
Posted by KTC email at November 4, 2003 07:30 PM

Are you really back?
Posted by William Luse email at November 7, 2003 01:44 PM

Only for a few stolen moments now and then--and not actually to blog--just to comment and say hi.
Posted by KTC email at November 12, 2003 10:49 AM

Bad luck for us.
Posted by William Luse email at November 12, 2003 07:59 PM

Yes, I do know how blessed I am, and I thank God everyday for my blessings.Now, if I could only get him to quit smoking!!!
Love,Murr
Posted by Mary Helyn Luse email at November 20, 2003 02:08 PM