Writing.....

A Cord of Three Strands is not easily Broken. 

~Ecclesiastes 

Where there are three there is one. 

I stand in the middle.

Two others on the road

One behind to catch me

One ahead to call me. 

One behind with hair like fire. 

Her spirit fiery light

The sweet tang of fresh fruit. 

The spice of autumn night

She smiles with soft bright

Swears loyalty for life. 

Her voice is sprightly. 

I trust. 

One ahead with tresses like raven

Her soul is royal deep

The blue-black of midnight velvet

Beauty but pain

Strength in sorrow she stands. 

Her voice is warmth in frigid

Bitterness gone, yet once present

Smiling encouraging love

Her hand outstretched she draws me

Along with her steadfast. 

I trust. 

With both I will travel this path for life

Neither is more

Neither is less

Both are gems in the rough

And bring a breath to the airless.

I walk. I trust. I love. 

They walk. They hold. They love. 

I am not alone. 

I am enough.