Testament

On the edge of spring, as buds spotted the trees, 

we unexpectedly found ourselves

perfect for each other, 

perfect for the time, the intersection. 

And we created a cocoon

of phone calls and feet,  

of words written on long pages, 

and songs picked and presented as gifts. 

We found benches to sit upon in so many cities, 

and walked down their streets, 

hand in hand, hand upon back,

unashamed to be loving, solid in our space and place. 

It was just right.  A healing time, 

a finding time, a period of redefining. 

It was - you were - a Moses moment for me, 

holy and resurrecting. 

Leading me through the desert, 

pouring cup after cup of cool water. 

Handing over our loose hearts, 

we made requisitions that will last a lifetime. 

And now, as the Japanese maple

blazes its burning bush

and we turn in a new direction, 

packed for a different kind of long  journey together

I need you to know I heard you calling,

you heard me calling,  

we both  answered, "Here I am" 

and, together, we created a promised land that I loved.