Wedding journey
by Gail
Note: yes, I read this at Greg's and my wedding. :-)
Our old and separate pastures
are left behind,
too small and barren now
for our hopes and passions.
We enter the shunned forest
and its dark different dreams,
travel by day and night,
through fog and thorns,
on paths both wide and narrow.
We do not seek a way out,
nor whatever prosperous land welcomes
refugees from the wood.
We look for a new place
away from the plowed towns,
one we may have already passed too hastily,
or not yet seen,
one whose flowers will call our names;
a clearing to come back to.
