A slightly wordy poetic analogy on marriage, particularly the second time around. Second chances are wonderfully blessed, but, I’d be remiss not to acknowledge there’s a struggle in coming together when two people have past hurts. God’s grace is vital, to say the least…
Another oil crayon doodle of mine. 😏
Mincing Footsteps, or the Proverbial One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
Lacing up my shoes,
Pausing in the unbroken silence.
One violin begins a plaintive beckon.
Better start, I reckon.
Skimming one foot to the floor,
Arms curve up like a tree to the sky;
More instruments gather beyond an open door,
Notes on weathered wings commence to fly…
Mincing footsteps I take
One rep, two rep.
Don’t falter. Don’t quake.
They’ll know you’re only a fake.
Across the floor I venture a glance
To notice you’ve joined me in this dance.
Don’t halt there. Don’t see me shake.
Oh, do you know how I love to watch you move,
Even across the way as you are?
Adoration, admiration fill my heart.
I tiptoe nearer,
Blood singing with fear,
Longing to be closer,
Wishing for the feeling of
Being in sync.
But, don’t want to cry.
Don’t even want to blink.
One step forward,
Two steps back.
Don’t wonder if he’s bored.
Don’t ponder if he’ll turn.
If I hold my breath long enough,
If I can just appear a little tough…
I don’t really feel like I belong in this place.
Just steal a look and give him his space…
But, oh….it is in this reverie I find
You have indeed moved to my side.
One hand at my waist,
The other tilting up my face,
I blush, a graceless ballerina-
Feeling foolish as eyes collide.
For, in mine clearly lies
All I’ve sought.
But, then, in the midst of this maze
I truly discern your gaze,
And I see not a trace
Of the one I felt so fearful of,
So far away from,
And, astoundingly, in your expression
Is not one single stone.
Just… the vulnerability,
And the love
I echo in my own.
And, so, begins our footsteps again.
One, two, together…
Neither of us presumed to be
Dancers, by any means,
Yet, His grace sheds down
To guide us so tenderly
Though yet unseen.
Praise be to He who saw fit
To draw us to each other’s side!
May He ever pour out wisdom and wit
To knit us as one in life’s dance
That in Him we may abide…
Thanks for reading, dear friends! Wherever you are at in life, may you enjoy God’s grace and in Him abide. Blessings and prayers.