Strange Tree

Strange tree – at first I thought I was
One root, one trunk, one branch, because
It talks like that in poet's Psalm –
 So naturally, I went along.

But Good Book also says that we
Who married are, become one tree,
Or ‘flesh’ I guess is more the point;
Still, tree or flesh – the words anoint –

Us with a vision like those trees
I saw as kid – con-fused their leaves,
For they'd entwined from early days,
Thus grown together in their ways.

I wonder if they knew that fact –
That each with other grew like that.
Did they to each accommodate?
In growth ahead for other wait?

Were they admixed like mom and dad,
Who life together shared, and had
Like many couples of their age,
Such life entwined, like words and page?

A little girl in story old
Took mom to task, and made quite bold
To say, “I learn much less of God
As I grow up, it seems quite odd –

“The more I learn of God, He looks
Much larger than the God of books;
So as I learn of God each day,
My comprehension slips away.”

So too, for me in marriage this –
With forty years – more from first kiss –
The longer we go on each day,
The less I know who walks my way.

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