Home Poetry Marriage: Stay Up

The holiest conversations are
here, between the sticky sheets
and the fan, pushing thick air
full of quivering possibility,
words as sacrament made alive,
laboring into the world
we are creating, here
twined together, holy animals
illuminating the manscript of life
with these gifts, glowing embers
of the beating of our hearts.
Slivers, slick with pain, and shimmers
of joy til we can’t tell the difference
but for intention that draws them
one by one out of our souls and distills
them into love; gifts for each other.
Holiness filling the cicada songs buzzing
in our ears until the last amen breaks
into laughter and we are free and full
of Grace.

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