Author’s Note: This is the fifth installment of Monday Poetry. To read the first four and the introduction to this series, click here.
Today our first poem is about the marriage of a daughter, and the second a brief, right-brain attempt to suggest mortal purpose and pre-life possibilities to non-Church members:
Together They Are Grace (first daughter’s wedding)
She moves in a glide, radiant smile lights and lifts
(More contact with sky than ground)
And compassion glows within its embers.
He stands relaxed, aware, confident,
A sensitive glance that overrides cockiness and focuses
More interest on others than self.
Together they are grace.
(Something given not attained, granted not acquired).
Golden, the early sun against their young backs,
Their long shadows falling forward framing a future filled
With deep, divine destiny.
Two souls of such shimmering significance
Hand in hand now, each other found
Straightening the new, shared course
That seeks now, more than gropes.
A blended beauty, lean and luminous, striking and
Lingering a little past logic
And sending the still, sure sense that the source
Is within, not without.
Two pure hearts, sweet but seasoned, tender yet tried,
Joining, merging, melding, melting.
Overlapping into One
That stretches more than twice as tall
And reaches for the light.
The Five Gifts of Mortality
Assume for a moment that we didn’t start here,
Body did, but not Spirit,
Journeyed here from another place,
More ethereal, less material
Came here, sent by Spirit parents
(Like leaving for college)
To learn the joy of the physical.
Imagine They wanted us to learn more about
Things, experiences, places, moments, and insights,
And knew we could do it best far away
From their perfection,
Down here into
the dirt and the doubt and decisions,
all new.
Oh, and a chance to be what
only they had been,
Parents.
What if the de ja vu is not an illusion,
What if we
Really know each other,
Really were there before we were here,
Really were with Them
Before we were here with
Their five gifts.
