Two Shall Be One

 

He was a half-step ahead of her—

Swatting down spider’s webs

And lifting branches so she could walk without obstructions.

 

When the path got steep,

He reached down and pulled her up

Or stood below so she wouldn’t slide.

 

At the lake side, he took off his backpack

And produced a sandwich lunch.

They didn’t need words to express their thoughts.

 

They had a map but had decided to chart their own path.

They trusted each other

Confident in the commitment

To honor one another.

Cindy Herndon