for a time
I saw only God’s Magic
we two were made one
when it got hard
and it did get hard
I spent some time beneath God’s Magic trick
looking up at it from down and below.
I entered into something deeper than magic
I did not understand
you did not understand
we did not understand
why it hurt
and it did hurt!
and how we might stop hurting
This lead us down and down and down
I took up a shovel which had apperently been left there for me
and I began to dig deep
hoping to uncover the source of my shadow there in the ground.
I began to reflect on the monsterousness of this all:
Frankenstien too, was one flesh
made from many.
Conjoined twins once were circus fare
now, doctors labor desperately to seperate them
even at risk of them both.
And yet we are who born singly
we make this our dream?
In the dirt and the depths
I never dug out my shadow.
But I discovered something:
God does make us one flesh
and it can make us better.
I wonder if it would be easier
if this great change
was made manifest to the eyes.
If we were sewn together on the altar
the stupdity of walking off in opposite directions
would become so clear.
If we shed our own blood
when we hurt the other
we couldn’t deny the truth of our senses.
If our bodies
had to work themselves out
then perhaps our soulfailures
to complement each other
might be better understood.
When two things come together
again and again
across the years
there are a variety of results
Each might smash away at the very essence of the other
maneuver for dominion
these might simply anhilate eachother.
Consider a sledge hammer made of dirt clods
having its way with a sand castle
in the end? It’s all dust.
I began to dig myself up and out of that dust.
As I pondered the alternatives.
I can agnowledge the inevitable erosions
the undeniable submissions
and releasing some of the precious parts of me.
But there is so much more!
I was once a rock only.
You were scattered water.
Now we are a river bed… someday a valley.
You do wear away some of who I am
and I focus you in these whole new directions
we are both greater for our joining.
I step out of shadow
and I return to the mystery with this understanding:
The promise was never
that we would be made perfect before we were made one flesh
but we are moving closer because we are one flesh
I find myself made new
I am this one flesh with you.
He brings us up and off the ground
a rediscovered True magic
He fills the spaces between us up and joins us together.
We are this little trinity
a gateway through which we might view
the greater one.